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Once, in a certain church, there were two men who
worshiped the Lord.
The first worshiper was in church every Sunday
seated precisely in the third row. As soon as the music began to play,
he was on his feet, arms raised, head back, eyes closed. When the songs
got more intense he began to jump and dance in the aisles. The other
worshipers couldn’t help noticing him. They were spurred on into their
own fit of ecstasy by his example.
The second worshiper slipped unobtrusively into the
back of the sanctuary. He stood to sing with the others but rarely
closed his eyes or raised his hands. Sometimes he even sat down and
simply read his Bible while others were swooning with emotion around
him. Some began to wonder if he was really a follower of God since he
showed little evidence of love for the Lord. Many did not even notice
him.
It came to pass one sultry summer Sunday that a
violent storm wreaked havoc on the town where the two worshipers lived.
Many homes and businesses were destroyed. A mighty tornado touched down
and tore the church building to pieces. Only a few timbers were left
standing. The musical instruments were broken to pieces, the sound
system was water-damaged and the powerpoint projector’s lens was
shattered.
The first worshiper hung his head. He beat his
breast and moaned, “Oh why, God, why did you allow this church to be
destroyed? This place where I enjoyed so many Sunday mornings at worship
is no more. Do you realize what you have done? You have robbed God’s
people of their place of worship!” The first worshiper did not raise
his hands that day, nor did he dance.
The second worshiper did not hear the first
worshiper’s complaint. He had set to work helping those who had lost
their homes in the storm. When asked if he could still believe in a God
who allowed such pain and misery to invade his world, he was heard to
reply: “God is good. He sends rain on the righteous and the
unrighteous. How can we accept good from God but not trouble?”
Friends, which of these was a true worshiper of
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