True story: A preacher throws a birthday party for a prositute. I found this story very touching.
As he was beginning to eat, a group of prostitutes entered the diner and sat at the counter, trapping Compolo among them. One of the prostitutes mentioned to her friend that the next day was her birthday. Her friend said cynically, â€œWhy are you telling me? Do you want a party and cake; is that what you want?â€ The first prostitute, named Agnes, said, â€œWhy do you have to be so nasty? I was just telling you. No, I don’t expect a cake and a party; I’ve never have had a birthday cake in my life!â€ There was something about this woman that touched Compolo. After they left, he asked Harry if these girls came in every night. When he found out that they did, Compolo and Harry decided to give Agnes a party. Harry did the cake, Compolo did the decorations and Harry’s wife got the word out.
The next morning at 3:15 there were crepe-paper decorations, a huge birthday cake and about thirty prostitutes and street people in the diner. When Agnes walked in, everybody yelled â€œSurpriseâ€ and they sang happy birthday. Agnes almost collapsed, and she began to cry uncontrollably. She was at her very first birthday party, and the party was for her! She didn’t even want to cut the cake; she took it back to her apartment so she could look at it for a couple of days.
As a non-believer, I’ve always been amazed at the lack of love that the church shows towards “sinners.”
But this story gives me faith that there are still those that practice God = Love.
culture religion kindness party prostitution religion
I love your Christ, just not your Christians. – Ghandi