Do you know that feeling when you write or speak a lot of angry words about something, and then that same something turns out to be better than you initially thought? That's kind of how I feel right now.
All my complaints about the church and missionary work stand tall and truthful, but I would be a hypocrite if I didn't admit the things I was wrong about. Turns out, the church isn't that useless after all.
Let me tell you a sad, sad story. There was a man. He had no family, no friends and he had cancer. In fact, he had no more than a few days to live... and he was going to die that horrible death all alone. But the church got wind of it, and soon, everyone was writing kind letters, sending their prayers - and the children even made drawings to cheer the man up and sent those too. The man everything by mail, and he was baffled! He had no idea what or how, but suddenly it turned out he had dozens of people wishing him the best, and really caring about his situation. Doctors reported he was actually living his last days feeling very well.
He died, of course. He was too far gone. But man, if the church didn't make his last days good days by their overwhelming support and kindness. I realize that, though it has flaws, a church has the capacity to be a weapon. A weapon fighting for what is right and good, a weapon for justice. If all churches would do this kind of thing, wouldn't our society see so many more smiles? Wouldn't those who previously laughed about Christianity feel ashamed?
I'm still skeptical, but maybe it's not as hopeless as I thought.
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