Yesterday someone rang my doorbell and left. By the time I got to the door I saw a flyer wedged in my screen door from a local church, inviting me to sunrise Easter service with a breakfast to follow. I do so wish that person had waited for me, so I could have torn the flyer up and handed it back to them.
After Katrina, as soon as trees were pushed off the roads, members of this church passed my house without a sideways look. Everyone knows I have trouble walking and live alone, but not one Christain stopped to ask "Can I help you with anything?" No, it was my heathen neighbors down to the left who don't go to church who helped me shove limbs and debris out of the driveway so I could get out.
It was my white witch neighbor down the road to the right who stayed in contact and brought me my first hot meal five days after the disaster--potatoes with salsa she had cooked on her outdoor grill. Nothing ever tasted so good. It was a church group from California who came and helped remove trees off the house and yard. It was complete strangers from all over the US who offered food and water, got a tree off the roof and put a tarp over the hole in the roof.
The church down the road closed its doors and offered succor to no one, not even the people who live next door to the church and who were in dire straits. Like so many churches, this one has no outreach program; they go to church like a social clique to see and be seen and gossip. I have nothing for them except disdain. Take your flyer and stick it.
susil