I’m searching along the pews
For something I’ve lost
(I’ve forgotten what)
And as I drop to my knee
To sweep the floor,
There’s a filthy man lying down there.
I don’t know how he got there,
Because judging by the way
His legs splay out underneath him,
He can’t be much for walking.
But there he is.
His eyes reach toward mine,
And it’s my ears that pull away.
I’m missing the sermon.
Love my neighbor.
Yep. That’s worth hearing.
Mental note: invite Fred Langston
To monthly BBQ.
I was at his,
After all.
My eyes reach up for the pastor’s,
As his plunge down.
Down to the–
To my horror,
My youngest one Grace
Has toddled her way over to
The filthy man on the ground.
Their eyes embrace,
And I know now
I should have left
That kid in Sunday school.
I will the pastor
To look up from
The spectacle on the ground.
But he’s stopped the sermon.
And just about everyone
(Probably)
Sees what happens next.
Grace pulls that man up
DURING SERVICE.
Pulls that man to his feet.
And the man’s legs are
Straightened out, I guess.
But what really matters is that
It’s Sunday
and we’re in church
And pastor stopped preaching
And everyone’s staring.
“And this was why the Jews were persecuting Jesus, because He was doing these things on the Sabbath.”
John 5:16
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