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The day was gorgeous and the crowd had gathered at the church for fellowship. Everyone was congenial as we filled our plates and lovingly teased one-another. No one was wearing any clothes. We were all totally exposed and it was okay. We had no secrets, nothing was hid.
As the people filled their plates they began searching for a place to sit down to eat. I noticed that some of the people were going out the back door to a little building that sat so close to the church that it was almost attached. Thinking that there may be a place to sit down and eat, I followed them.
I was shocked when I stepped into the little building. It looked more like a ‘crack-house’ or thug’s hang-out than an extension of a church. There were old clothes hanging on a string that had been stretched across the back wall. An old mattress, thin and dirty, was kicked up against the wall and the chairs were filthy. The whole room was cluttered with trash and human muck. I was overwhelmed by the smell of urine and dirty socks and totally distressed by the reality that my brothers and sisters in Christ, being completely exposed, were just as comfortable in this filth as they were in the sanctuary. They were not
disturbed, in the least, by this nauseous setting. They were able to eat and drink their beverage with no thought to germs or disease. They blended in with the setting.
dreamed by
Claudina
November 11, 2001
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