We enter the building, greet old friends, chat it up, and get comfy in our seat. Then out of the corner of our eye we see him/her enter and take a seat—just across the room. Occupied with self, we are unaware of the person’s depth of sorrow, degree of pain, and desperate situation—just across the room. How could we know? We’ve never spoken to them. They came looking for a friendly smile, a word of encouragement and a ray of hope. There they sit–just across the room, only a few steps away—just across the room. They long for contact—a handshake, a smile, or a hug, but they won’t venture far from their pew—just across the room. They won’t come to you. Will you go to them?–Just across the room.
They hear us sing, “Make me a blessing”, but we make no effort to bless them—just across the room.
They hear us say,”Here am I send me”, but they wait for us to come to them—just across the room.
We hand them a “Guest” card, even give them a pen, then treat them as strangers—just across the room.
We speak of opportunities and say we want to serve, but ignore the door God has opened—just across the room.
We want to be like Jesus, we’re often heard to say, but Christ left His home in glory, came to earth to meet man’s needs, but we just sit here a staring at the folks across the room.
We leave the service with the thought of serving faithfully like we should, but we walk away from the person sitting across the room!
Then come next Sunday, we wonder why so many seats are empty–just across the room!
Think about it!
