Leaning on doorpost straining to hear, tears streaking my make-up, I felt like an outsider. Inside were friends. Friends singing, worshiping, praying, hearing Gods truth. Allergies to the scents in the room prevented me from joining in. While they all sought a quiet place in the room to seek God, I quietly slipped away to return home. Laughter, fellowship, food and fun were to follow.
Is this what the world sees when she looks into our church buildings? People singing, praying, laughing, smiling. Is this how the world feels when they are not a part? Alone? Vulnerable? Unworthy?
Are we putting up invisible barriers that prevents the world from coming in? By something we say? Or don’t say? Something we do? Or don’t do?
It’s been several years since that day. I’ve not been back. Not because I don’t want to be. Not because I’m not welcome. Because I can’t.
But what about the rest of the world? How many of them have “cant’s” in their life? Will they try again?
Who are the outsiders in your life? Are you still reaching out?
Feeling the pain of the outsider in the world, on the Journey, Jackie
Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.