There is a story going around about a man who was visiting a certain church. He parked his car and started toward the front entrance. Another car pulled up nearby, and the driver, with a little irritation in his voice said to him, "I always park there. You took my place!"

The visitor went inside and found that Sunday School was about to begin. He found an adult class, went inside and sat down. A woman approached him and said, "That's my seat! You took my place!"

The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing. After Sunday School, the visitor went into the sanctuary and sat down in an empty pew. Within moments another member walked up to him and said, "That's where I always sit. You took my place!"

The visitor was troubled, but said nothing. Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to be present with them, the visitor stood, and his appearance began to change. Scars became visible on his hands and on his sandaled feet. Someone from the congregation noticed him and cried out, "What happened to you?" The visitor replied, "I took your place."