Dear Christian ...

In fit of "what was I thinking???", I was attempting to go through my papers, burning those that needed burning and filing the rest. Yeah right!

I found a poem I wrote many years ago, during a time in my life when I was doing some harsh soul-searching. My decision at that time was to let God help me out, and I have never regretted it.

This poem is a reminder to us all, MYSELF included, that we are watched and judged -- fairly or not -- on our choices, our decisions, and our actions.




Dear Christian,
I saw you today. You were driving that big red truck - you know, the one with the fish and the "I Love Jesus" bumper sticker. I didn't mean to make you angry by going so slow, but you didn't need to cut me off like that. Oh, and was that a one-fingered salute you gave me?

Dear Christian,
I saw you today, driving by the church. You were all over the road. Was that a beer can you flung into the parking lot?

Dear Christian,
I saw you today on the bus. You were so animated - telling your friend about someone elses private problems. It's not gossip, it's a "prayer request", right?

Dear Christian,
I saw you today. You were in the grocery store, screaming at your kids. I'm sure you didn't mean to clip my heel with your cart, but you could have apologized instead of calling me that word.

Dear Christian,
I saw you today. It doesn't matter that yesterday you were walking in the footsteps of Jesus, or that tomorrow will bring repentance and forgiveness. Dear Christian, I saw you TODAY.