A Church Without Works
Illustration
by Ruth M. Walsh

I was naked, and you questioned my lack of modesty in my appearance.
I was imprisoned, and you debated the legal aspects of interference.

I was penniless, and you discussed tax-deductible donations from your wealth.
I was sick, and you thanked the Lord for the blessings of your health.

I was hungry, and you formed a club to study malnutrition.
I was homeless, and you said God's love was shelter under any condition.

I was lonely, and you left me by myself while you and your friends prayed.
You seem so holy and close to God. Yet I'm still sick and alone and afraid!
by Ruth M. Walsh