I ATTENDED YOUR CHURCH this morning. You would n’t remember me — I may be eleven or eighty — but I was there, and I was hunting for something. I think I almost found it. I think I would have found it if you hadn’t been in such a hurry. The choir joined with the congregation and sang hymns about a loving Lord that made my heart beat faster. I felt a tight, choking sensation in my throat as your pastor des cribed the condition o f a lost person. "I am lost. He is talking about me,” I said to myself. "From the way he speaks, being saved must be very important.” I looked about at you in the pews near me. You were listen ing. You seemed to think that the pastor’s words were im portant. "All those people are so concerned,” I thought. "They want me to be saved too.” Then, the sermon was over, and the prayer was given. When I glanced around, you were helping your little girl put away her pencil and paper, and telling her to get her things. I looked on the other side, and saw you glancing in your mirror and rearranging your Suddenly I didn’t want to look at any more o f you — my eyes burned and my throat hurt. My feet seemed just then to be so tired I couldn’t have walked toward the pleading minister. You really didn’t care. This salvation the pastor had been telling me about was not important. You didn’t care that I was lost; you only wanted to get away. I wanted to get away too. I wanted to run — but I was afraid if I did you would wonder what I was hunting for. I waited until the service was over. I made no decision, but walked out among you — alone — lost. Author Unknou/n I WAS LOST . . . ht Looking in front o f me, I saw YOU WERE IN A HURRY - T ” S were running out.
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