The Misfits of Christianity *December 2006*

The misfits of Christianity give generously

For they remember the time they were without.

Whether it is of their love

For they were without friends

Whether it is of their money or belongings

For they without food or clothes

Whether it is of their patience

For they were without mercy from others.

The misfits of Christianity never judge and forgive graciously

For they remember what it was like

To do the evil things of the sinful nature

That came with the diseases bestowed upon ourselves.

The misfits of God accept anyone and everyone

Whether it is the homeless

The addict

The mentally or physically handicapped

The alcoholic

Or those who prostitute their faith;

For we remember, just as Christ became our Savior

He is their Savior as well.

We often feel alone, abandoned by other church goers

Because we are too wounded to go to church,

Simply because that old song “Great is thy Faithfulness”

Is too hard to hear when God seems so silent,

Or that new song “Give Thanks”

Makes you feel like you have cancer in your throat.

The misfits of Christianity heard:

If you just had enough faith, you’d be healed by now

And

If you prayed more, you wouldn’t get sick.

Yet we know these things are foolish.

The angels to answer our prayers have already been dispatched

But they are detained in a brutal spiritual war

As was with Daniel when he wore sack cloth

And bathed in ashes.

We take one day at a time because we remember that

Today we are healthy

But tomorrow we might have a craving.

Some are completely healed of their disease by the mighty hand of God

We do not envy these people but look to them for guidance

For peace, for comfort and words of wisdom

These people remain among us lest they forget the pain

And the miracle that has occurred in their lives.

For those of us that remain misfits, in the insanity of our addiction

We work the twelve steps, patiently biding our time until God reveals His glory in us.