Reply #51: Your post made me think of this poem I heard years ago....

[Kadie]

Listen Christian
by Bob Roland

I was hungry
and you formed a humanities club and discussed my hunger.
Thank you.

I was imprisoned
and you crept off quietly to your chapel in the cellar
and prayed for my release.

I was naked
and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.

I was sick
and you knelt and thanked God for your health.

I was homeless
and you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.

I was lonely
and you left me alone to pray for me.

You seem so holy, so close to God.
But I'm still very hungry
and lonely
and cold.