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Uncompassionate People
By Michelle Lowrie

For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him
should become pretentious,
narrow-minded, judgmental,
and uncompassionate people
with a superannuated theology

Ready to change all frequent visitors
And converts in a single bound
Getting them to stop smoking,
Drinking, doing drugs,
Wearing revealing clothing,
Piercing their faces, and
other unmentionable places,
changing their purple hair
Back to brown

They say they love Him
More and more, but
They're acting like His enemy
fighting all that God's working for
they've sold their souls for vanity
They're not the Christians
They should be

Going against what is commanded
By the name of our Lord Jesus Christ
They divide into cliques
neglecting the new and lonely faces
Never once offering them a seat in
Bible study or a day out for lunch
And drive off in their Touaregs
Ignoring the less fortunate
As they pour another quart
Into the Sunbird--then give it a push

Love is patient, love is kind
Love is not envious or
Boastful or arrogant or rude
It does not insist on its own way
It is not irritable or resentful
It doesn't rejoice in wrongdoing
It rejoices in the truth
It bears all things
Believes all things
Hopes all things
Endures all things
Love never ends

And all Christians should follow Him
Even if it means having to deal with
Sitting next to some scruffy kid
with straggly hair and stinky feet
You are the only Christ that he will see
And he might benefit from your company.

Michelle Lowrie began writing more than twenty years ago. She was the editor of her college's literary magazine and in 1987 became the recipient of its first award for Outstanding Achievement in English. Two years later, when her favorite aunt passed away, all writing virtually stopped. For the next seventeen years Michelle was inconsolable. Then, one day last winter she couldn't take the loneliness anymore. As she lay on the bed crying, she began to ask, "Why her God? She was only 46. Now, I'm all alone and lonely and--" Suddenly the tears stopped falling as Michelle realized she had never really been ALL alone--God had always been with her. That night, Michelle finally got over the loss of her aunt and gave her life back to God. Originally from Bucks County, Pennsylvania, Michelle now lives in Orange Park, Florida with her son, mother, and grandmother. If you would like to write to Michelle, you can do so through the Letters page of this magazine.