THE RIGHT FIST OF FELLOWSHIP
© Kathleen Morgan
Struggling and outcast
Her negativism is fueled daily by sneers and preconceptions.
Two fatherless boys cling-
One to her hand, one to her leg
Confirming to some her ignorance and worthlessness.
She carries a tattered Bible.
It has been her comfort in lonely hours.
A light in a dark world.
Mounting the steps in apprehension
Her children respond to her anxiety
With all of her self discipline
She fights the desire to turn and run
Safe into the haven of their two bedroom apartment.
Their haven of isolation.
From a spirit near brokenness, she summons courage
And resolutely pushes open the heavy wooden doors.
And you, Oh man of God,
How will you react when you find her sitting on the pew
Wide eyed and motionless?
A picture of fear and longing in a tattered dress,
Her sin and shame worn vulnerable on her sleeve
As she shakes your hand.
Is your vision clouded by what you see?
Do you not comprehend what God has called her to become?
Have you forgotten the state you were in
When God first called you?
It will not take her long to figure out
If you do not genuinely love her.
She has been conditioned to spot this early.
And if she never comes back to your church
Will you silently acknowledge another soul lost to hell?
Sure at least where you are going?
Psalm 37 says
That the Lord will uphold the righteous.
I believe there will be some surprises on Judgment Day
For who are the righteous?
Is it the professing Christians dwelling in temples made with hands?
Or is it the many scattered
Who worship in spirit and in truth?
perhaps it will most likely be a little bit of both.
Brother and sister Christian
Let us always extend, without partiality and judgment
Warm, open, and loving arms
That comfort and accept
Instead of extending the right fist of fellowship
That knocks good people down
And drives them away.