Look at them all,
so nice,
so clean in there new clothes,
smiling,
laughing,
chattering during the sermon,
more concerned about,
their hair,
new car,
going to the mall,
than what is being said.
Do they believe?
Do they lisiten?
Look at them all,
writing checks,
counting dollars,
to the ammount that fits in their budget,
trying to give more than their neighbor,
not thinking about,
who they are giving to.
Do they care?
Can they see?
Look at them all,
Looking down at me,
the girl living,
from pay check to pay check,
hands folded in prayer,
raising 2 kids on minimum wage,
alone,
who are they to look down on me?
God loves them.
Do they love him?
Author notes
This poem is not about me. It is about what I see every saturday and sunday.
18) "Going to church doesnt make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you car" - write about what this means. No religion bashing. Please remember to be respectful.
A contest entry
- 18 PROMPTS, pick ONE and write from your HEART, I dare you. by SeptemberFaith.
1050 points, ended March 25, 2007, 36 entries
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Comments
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i love this poem! it beautifully adress a real issue that some people just don't understand...
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God loves even the person who cant afford to give to the church. I am one who doesnt believe that the church is God, I believe in giving what I can but not at the expense of your children, your home, the food you can barely put on the table. I believe that there are more ways to give than just on Sunday when those little baskets come around. Giving your time to help someone who needs it. Buying lunch for a man standing on the corner of the street with a sign saying "will work for food", giving to charity, giving to your children, helping your neighbor wash his/her car, mowin the lawn for your elderly neighbor... I believe these things count just as much as those who give 10 percent to the church on Sunday. You made a very valid point. Last Thursday I went to chuch, I recently lost my job because my mom was in an accident and I took to much time off work to care for her, I barely can pay my bills, some bills havent even been paid, I just simply dont have the money. When I was getting ready for church, I found 1 dollar in my drawer, I could have spent that dollar on something to drink or could have put it back in the drawer but I stuck it in my pocket and went off to church. When the offering basket came around, I took that dollar and gave it to the church, does that mean any less than the woman sitting next to me who glared at me like I was simply being greedy, the woman who wrote a check for 200.00, she doesnt know my circumstance, but God does. That is the point, God knows what you are going through, I believe in giving what you can whether it be money or your time, both are worthy of Him.
Good luck poet. Thank you for your entry.
Criss -
this is a pretty cute poem. It reminds me a lot of the OC, surprise surprise. But its a really nice write!!
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You have described a lot of people in my past. How sad for them.
A good thought provoking poem. Makes you stop and examine your own behavior during a service.
Good job!
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