After a huge rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys, a young mother watched her two children playing in a puddle outside her kitchen window. The older of the two, five year old Julie, grabbed her little brother by the back of his head and shoved his face into the water hole. As little Joey recovered and stood laughing and dripping, their mother ran to the yard in a panic. “Why on earth did you do that to your little brother?!” she asked Julie in a very stern and angry voice. “We were just playing ‘church’ mommy,” said the little girl. “And I was just baptizing him…..in the name of the Father, the Son and in…the hole-he goes.”
This story got me thinking. As I look around at what’s happening in the name of religion and God it seems a lot of grown-ups who should know better are really just playing “church.”