I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians.
Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.
Last week a man came to my gym looking for a new pair of metal forearm crutches. I asked for his paperwork. He didn't have anything . . . claimed he had been told by the security guard at the front of the hospital that all he had to do was come down to see the white lady who gives away crutches for free. I told him he had to first pay for a hospital card then pay for the crutches. He said he had no money.
Maybe it was because I had already paid for several other patients' care that week . . . or because I had just come from a meeting with the hospital's director discussing the charges that would be implemented on 1 January for all therapy services . . . or because I don't think giving everything away for free is the solution for poverty in Niger . . . or because I didn't like this guys attitude thinking he could just rock up to our gym and demand that we give him things . . . or because he wasn't satisfied with the wooden crutches we have, he wanted metals ones. Regardless, he was going to have to follow the rules, like everyone else.
So what's he got to do with Mahatma Gandhi's opinion on Jesus and His followers??
I'll get there.
But first I want to tell you a story about a woman I met today.