O, honestly!!
Why do you talk so down to those who do not share your opinion? In
mine, you are self-righteous!
IN HIS MATCHLESS NAME,
purple Mari
At 05:01 AM 5/8/2007, you wrote:
>You know Phil,
> I get the point of this message, but what I think that we
> all miss is the fact that prejudice isn't just a sin of the rich
> and well dressed. It also belongs to the poor and more
> casual. These types of stories are always cast to make the rich
> look like the bad guys.
> When Greg was in seminary in Chicago, we provided special
> music to different churches around the area to help pay the
> bills. One time, we were asked to sing at a church and we forgot
> to ask if the dress code was casual or formal, meaning suit for
> Greg, and a dress for me. Well, we decided that it was smarter to
> dress mor formaly, just in case and, when we arrived, we were out
> of place, clothing wise, that is. Sure enough, the dress was
> casual, not because of lack of money, but because that was the
> basic attitude of those who attend. Sure enough, we got looks.
> There are people who believe that they are more spiritual
> because they dress casually. That can be a form of pride in
> itself. To say that God had never been in the church in your story
> because, in the cowboy's opinion, the people were too focused on
> clothes, is a prejudiced statement. The cowboy couldn't know. He
> didn't talk to the people to find out where their hearts
> were. Perhaps they choose to dress well to show honor and respect
> to the Lord. Sure, the preacher was making some prejudiced
> assumptions of his own, but, in my opinion, he may not have been
> the only one at fault here.
>Kathy
>
>
>
>At 02:24 PM 5/7/2007, you wrote:
>> One Sunday morning an old cowboy entered a church just before
>>services were to begin. Although the old man and his clothes were
>>spotlessly clean, he wore jeans, a denim shirt, and boots that
>>were very worn and ragged. In his hand he carried a worn out old
>>hat and an equally worn out bible. The church he entered was in a
>>very upscale and exclusive part of the city. It was the largest
>>and most beautiful church the old cowboy had ever seen. The
>>people of the congregation were all dressed with expensive
>>clothes and accessories.
>> As the cowboy took a seat, the others moved away from him. No
>>one greeted, spoke to, or welcomed him. They were all appalled at
>>his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.
>> The preacher gave a long sermon about Hellfire and brimstone
>>and a stern lecture on how much money the church needed to do
>>God's work.
>> As the old cowboy was leaving the church, the preacher
>>approached him and asked the cowboy to do him a favor. "I surely
>>will, Preacher," the old cowboy replied pleasantly, "Ifen I ken."
>> The well dressed preacher said, "Before you come back in here
>>again, have a talk with God and ask him what He thinks would be
>>appropriate attire for worship."
>> The old cowboy assured the preacher he would do as he
>>requested.
>> The next Sunday, he showed up for the services wearing the
>>same ragged jeans, shirt, boots, hat, and worn Bible. Once again
>>he was completely shunned and ignored.
>> The preacher approached the man and said, "I thought I asked
>>you to speak to God before you came back to our church."
>> "I surely did do so, Preacher," replied the old cowboy.
>> "Well, then," the preacher said indignantly, "if you spoke to
>>God, what did He tell you the proper attire should be for
>>worshiping in here?"
>> The old cowboy smiled respectfully, shifting the tooth pick
>>to the left side of his mouth, and said slowly, "Well, sir, God
>>told me that He didn't have a clue what I should wear. He says
>>He ain't never been in this church before."
>>
>>
>>It Sounds Like God To Me.
>>www.SafePlaceFellowship.com
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