ACTS OF TRUTH

The massive mega church was packed to the gills.
The pews were full, people raising their hands and singing praise to their god.
Outside, in front of the marble steps, on the pavement, sat a small scruffy boy, crying.
A gentle bearded man came and crouched by him;
"What is upsetting you so, little one?"
"Oh, sir." The little boy lifted his tousled head and turned his dirty face up to the man, "them in that church won't let me in."
The man stood and gazed over the building, the marble trimmings, the smooth brickwork, the Ten Commandments picked out over the oak door in gold letters.
He shook his head and smiled and rested a hand on the small boy's head.
"I know, son. They haven't let me in there for years."
And Jesus turned and walked away.

I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ. - Mahatma Gandhi