In city ministry, there was a problem with people turning up for Church only when they wanted something -- often in the closing minutes of a service. One man I hadn't seen in a long time came to Church one Sunday, then at the end of the service asked me for counsel and help. I said: "You don't come to Church. You couldn't care less about the Church. Then you come when you want to extract something from us. How does that add up?" He looked stunned. He said: "No, Father. They put me away. Sixty days. I have been behind bars, Father." OBSERVATION: Paradoxically, his explanation restored his reputation. I did what I could to help.
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