GOD CANNOT GET IN
For more than a year a little old cleaning lady who lived on the wrong side of the tracks had been trying to join a fashionable downtown church. The preacher was not eager to have a seedy-looking person in faded, out-of-style clothes sitting in a pew next to his rich members. When she called for the fifth time to discuss membership, he put her off for the fifth time. “I tell you what,” he said unctuously, “you just go home tonight and have a talk with God about it. Later you can tell me what He said.” The poor woman went her way. Weeks became months, and the preacher saw no more of her, and his conscience did hurt a little. Then one day he encountered her scrubbing the floors in an office building, and felt impelled to inquire, “Did you have your little talk with God, Mrs. Washington?” he asked. “Oh, my, yes,” she said, “I talked with…
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