"Buffalo Bob"
Casale's Corner

 

 


 

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I saw him in the church building for the first-time last Wednesday.

He was in his mid-70's, with thinning silver hair and a neat brown suit.

Many times, in the past I had invited him to come.

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Several other Christian friends had talked to him about the Lord and had tried to share the Good News with him.

He was a well-respected, honest man with so many characteristics a Christian should have, but he had never put-on Christ.

I had asked him a few years ago, have you ever been to a church service in your life?

We had just finished a pleasant day of visiting and talking.

He hesitated. Then with a bitter smile he told me of a childhood experience some sixty years ago.

He was one of many children in a large, impoverished family.

His parents had struggled to provide food, with little left for housing and clothing.

When he was about ten, some neighbors invited him to worship with them.

The Bible class had been extremely exciting.

He had never heard such songs and stories before.

He had never heard anyone read from the Bible before.

After class was over, the teacher took him aside.

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The teacher said, “Son, please don't come again dressed as you are now.”

We want to look our best when we come worship the Lord.

He stood in his ragged, unpatched overalls looking at his bare dirty feet.

He said, “no ma'am, I won't ever! and I never did, he said, abruptly ending our conversation.”
There must have been other factors to have hardened him so.

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However, this experience formed a significant part of the bitterness in his heart.

I'm sure the Bible teacher meant well.

But what if she had studied and accepted the teachings found in the second chapter of James?

(My brothers and sisters; do not hold your faith in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ with an attitude of personal favoritism.

For if a man comes into your assembly with a gold ring and is dressed in bright clothes

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and a poor man in dirty clothes also comes in

and you pay special attention to the one who is wearing the bright clothes, and say, “You sit here in a good place,” and you say to the poor man, “You stand over there, or sit down by my footstool,” have you not made distinctions among yourselves, and become judges with evil motives?  James 2:1-4).

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What if she had put her arms around that dirty, ragged little boy and said, Son, I'm so glad you are here, and I hope you will come every chance you get to hear to hear more about Jesus!
I prayed that I might ever be open to the tenderness of a child's heart.

I prayed that I might never fail to see beyond the appearance and behavior of a child to the eternal possibilities within.
Yes, I saw him in the church house for the first-time last Wednesday.

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As I looked at that “immaculately dressed old gentleman” lying in his casket, I thought of the little boy of long ago.

I could almost hear him say, "No ma'am, I won't ever! … and I wept.