A few Sundays ago I was taking my three littles to their classes before the service started and I noticed another mom having a hard time with her little boy. Hard time...as in...he was running away from her. And this Mom, due to a physical handicap, could not run after him. I just sort of watched him come down the hallway and thought for sure he would stop before he got to me.
He whizzes on by through the double doors. Which lead to a ramp and more doors and then the parking lot. And now I am thinking that I better do something. And then I am doing something. I yell to a teacher on the hallway to watch my kiddo's and take after this little boy.
At first I am just kind of trotting so that I don't look too stupid. Then I realize that he has made it down the ramp and through the doors into the parking lot. And I better step it up a bit. And then I realize that he is in the parking lot and running full force to the busy road. And then I am all out running. All out. Lose a flip flop in the process all out.
I see another couple calmly walking into another entrance ahead of me and yell at them "Help me stop him!"
And they walk on into the church.
And I catch the little boy. Who is surprisingly calm after I practically body slam him into the concrete in order to stop him. And takes my hand and walks complacently back into church to his mom and to his class.
To this day I am not sure why that couple didn't stop and help me. Is it because the boy I was chasing was black and about Eli's age and they just assumed it was my kid? (Which by the way is the most nauseating of the excuses to me.) Is it because they didn't understand english and the words "help me stop him!"? Is it because they were out of shape and figured I'd have a better chance of catching him anyway? Is it because they didn't want to get involved? Is it because they were so excited to get to their sunday school donut that saving a kids life paled in comparison?
Ok. Yes. I admit I was a bit angry at their reaction. And the other people in the parking lot who just watched me run after this boy and did nothing to help. But I can't help but draw a parallel between that whole experience and church in general.
And adults are running for the street.
Running to their death apart from Christ.
(If you don't believe me...check out these statistics. Or these. Or these. Or these.)
And by church, let me be clear that I am not picking on my church...but the BIG church in general. Made up by a large chunk of the population who call themselves Christian. Who are more preoccupied with their Sunday donut than in seeing the child rushing toward the busy street.
And let me be even clearer...I am not tooting my horn here. I need to wake up too. I just happened (for once) to be in the right place at the right time and be in good enough shape to do something about the situation.
You might look stupid.
People will stare.
You might feel alone.
You will probably lose a shoe.
You will have (been a part of) SAVING A LIFE.