Pastor: This is a place you are safe.
Sinner: No, it isn’t.
Pastor: This is a place to come to feel comforted.
Sinner: No it isn’t.
Pastor: We forgive as we are forgiven.
Sinner: No you don’t.
Pastor: We welcome you as you are.
Sinner: No, you don’t.
Pastor: We will accept you.
Sinner: I want to believe it. I haven’t seen it.
Pastor: You are cleansed. (sprinkling water on kneeling sinner)
Sinner: Yes, I am
Sinner: Are you my family, my friends?
AA member: We are.
Buddhist: We are.
Gang member: We can be.
Porn star: for a price
Alcohol: for your liver
Money: for your heart
Drugs: for your brain
Satan: for your soul
A hand reaches over the crowd. A tear stained face whispers above the din of noise and grasps mine. “I will.”
I see in his face the love of a murderer, a sinner, an adulterer, a thief, a beggar, a stutterer. I felt at home. I held the hand.
“Im not a superhero, I will let you down. I cant seem to run fast. I feel weak and unable. I am not worthy.”
I held the hand and we walked. I felt blood from his wrist run down my arm. I smelled the vinegar.
“You are my superhero.” I believed him.
“I will welcome you.” “I know”
“I am your family and friends.” “I know”
“I will accept you as you are.” “I know”
I saw the faces of his loved ones: the list of people who fell short. I knew that if I wanted to be them I would instantly be among them. I also looked back at the others and knew as soon as I longed to not be them, I would be them. I held the hand.
“I don’t ever want to let go.” I thought
“I don’t either, I never have and never will.” Jesus said