|Posted by Laurie Giampietro on September 25, 2012 at 9:05 PM||comments (0)|
I asked my friend why I didn't see
her in church on Sunday morning,
And this is what she said to me,
"I was busy."
"Busy?" I asked. "What could be more important than
Hearing about Christ's salvation plan?"
She replied, "I can't worry about saving my soul.
I'm too busy trying to save those
Who are beaten down, neglected and poor.
While you were sitting on that wooden pew,
I was downtown seeing an unwed mother through
Something no one that young should ever have to face.
Open your eyes. Stop reading the church bulliten
Long enough to see the need in every place."
"But what about fellowship?" (See
I was secretly wondering if it had to do with me.)
She sort of laughed and sort of cried,
"Fellowship is offering a helping hand to
Those thousands, no millions, outside
The narrow blinders I had been guilty
Of wearing for so long.
What is a song
Of praise worth when kids are crying themselves to sleep
Because their mom and dad can't afford anything to eat.
I felt attacked by her ire so I rebutted
"But I give my tithes. I pay my dues.
Let others put that money to use."
She looked at me and shook her head
And replied, "Faith without works is dead!
My tithe, my offering is my time
And I give more than ten percent.
I'm fighting for equality, to protect the innocent
From the slings and arrows and stones
Others so callously through.
I give my heart to His works,
And you come here in judgement
Up in my face being a jerk?
Questioning the sincerity of my faith?
I tell you what. I'm going to go DO.
You can sit on the uncomfortable pew.
The she left carrying blankets and shoes.
I understood. I was no longer confused.
So, if you don't see me in church next Sunday,
Don't worry that I'm not there.
Don't worry about my salvation
Because God's house is everywhere.
|Posted by Laurie Giampietro on May 28, 2012 at 5:00 PM||comments (0)|
Today is a really hot day here in the Southeast (where it's not raining anyway) and like everyone else, I have been whining about it.
I shouldn't. have complained, and I will tell you why.
It's Memorial Day, and I forgot about one important fact:
There are thousands upon thousands of service men and women who carry anywhere from 50-200 lbs on their backs that are in the desert, not just during summer (when it's supposed to be hot) but every single day of the year. Who am I to complain about a little sweat.
I'm nobody, that's who!
Godspeed to all our men and women in uniform.
|Posted by Laurie Giampietro on May 26, 2012 at 11:40 PM||comments (0)|
Just figured out that I can't split up my blog into neat little categories. So, I'm making individual pages for them.
|Posted by Laurie Giampietro on May 26, 2012 at 11:30 PM||comments (0)|
Than the scent of old books. I know. It's weird and something I will run across less and less as times goes by.
Books are supposed to go the way of most newspapers, disappearing into the ether only to be seen in movies
and heard of in legends.
But, I've done my part. I have enough books to insulate our bedroom one book deep. Some are antique, some
are old and well loved, and some are almost new. Everyone of them has been or will be read. My mom wondered
if I had grown out of it (reading) at my age.
Of course I haven't. If anything, I read more.
So pick up a book and give it a good home.