So, I kicked Jesus out of church a few Sundays ago. He was in the form of a woman begging at the door of the church. We don’t often get beggars in the front of our church. He was also in the form of the 4 year-old child next to the woman. Jesus spoke with what I think was a Russian accent and was probably in her 30s. Jesus held a sign that asked for food, money, or a job.
I felt uncomfortable because the congregation shouldn’t be bothered by this woman on a Sunday morning. Didn’t she know that we support all kinds of ministries that help people like her? Didn’t she know that we help the Contra Costa Food Bank? I told her that she couldn’t beg in front of this church. When she said she was hungry I told her to come to worship and come back later during our coffee hour. I then remembered that we have a bin full of food for the food bank. I told her to wait and I would get some food for her. But, I think that I scared Jesus off, because when I came back with food and she was gone. I felt horrible. Jesus, please forgive me for kicking you out of church. I hope you come back.
Truly I tell you, whatever you did to one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did to me. –Matthew 25:40