My friend Briana sent this to me this evening relating to my message yesterday.
Had to share it here. Not exactly sure of the origin or author. If you know, please feel free to share so I can give credit.
I was hungry and you formed a humanities club to discuss my hunger.
Thank you.
I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel to pray for my release.
Nice.
I was naked and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.
What good did that do?
I was sick and you knelt and thanked God for your health.
But I needed you.
I was homeless and you preached to me of the shelter of the love of God.
I wish you’d have taken me home.
I was lonely and you left me alone to pray for me.
Why didn’t you stay?
You seem so holy, so close to God; but I’m still very hungry, lonely, cold, still in pain.
Does it matter?