What if God Was One of Us?

November 7, 2006 at 4:25 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

A couple of weeks ago my husband was making a delivery to a large baptist church in Houston.  It is one of what I like to call the “mega churches”.  It is this huge multi million dollar building, where probably over a thousand people attend church.  Their reverend is a Dr. SO and So, and they have a huge marque out front.  Jeremy tells me that inside, the foyer is full of tv’s, continually playing recorded sermons given by the illustrious Dr. So and So.

But back to the story.  While my husband was waiting for someone to sign for the package, amidst the wealthy, standing in what is supposed to be a place of God, an old crippled homeless man came up to the church.  The crowd of people who had been standing around (in the middle of the week, in the middle of the day) talking about where they wanted to go eat lunch became uncomfortable.  No one said a word to the man, but a security guard quickly approached the man and escorted him out of the building. 

Not a person there offered him even a dollar, asked him what he was in need of, offered to feed him, looked him in the eye or took him aside to talk to him. 

I was blown away by this.  When Jeremy was nearly done telling me this, I half expected him to tell me that when the security guard came back inside, he looked out and no one was there anymore.

 The song “What if God Was One of Us” is a big song for baptists, isn’t it?  What if God was that man?  I believe that we are ALL children of God.  In the House of God, for them to treat another of His children like that- it is just indescribably disappointing.
  Of all the places where you are most likely to think of others, to count your blessings, give thanks for what you have, and be in the frame of mind where you would think to help another of God’s children out, I would think it would be in church.


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  1. Hmm. I see your point. However, there may be more to the story.When I worked in SLC the Temple Block was completly beseiged by panhandlers. I found it appalling. Same people every day. You don’t know if this man makes this a habit, and what has been done in an attempt to help him in the past. When I was in SLC, I would buy booklets of coupons to local eataries and offer them instead of money. Some accepted, but many did not. Many people feel more comfortable donating to foodbanks, shelters or the Red Cross. So…it is a delicate balance. We should have charity to all, but it IS difficult to help those with no desire to help themselves, when you could make donations to people who do. May make me uncharitable, but that is my opinion (And there are always exceptions to this rule)

  2. The thought had occured to us. I wasn’t there, but according to my husband, that did not seem to be the case. He didn’t think that the expressions on the people’s faces that were there seemed to convey that he was an annoyance. I think if he was a frequent panhandler, then he would have been met with some eye rolling, dirty looks, and glares. But no one really looked at him at all. I don’t know what the whole story was, just what Jeremy saw.

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