Soup Kitchen Jesus
Saturday night…Sunday
morning.
Jesus is the same
yesterday...today and forever.
Cheap beer, homeless
body odor…Communion juice and bologna sandwiches.
Folding chair
sanctuary…soup kitchen.
Mistreated,
suffering, downcast…forgetful, spoiled, haughty…brothers and sisters?
Hell fire and
hospitality.
You better come on in
this house...it’s gonna rain.
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