Sometimes I go into the big city with my husband.
I meet with a dear friend of many, many years and have a joyful, cathartic lunch.
I then go into a mainline denominational church (think mega) and spend the rest of the day sitting, reading and pondering the goodness of the Lord.
While resting there one afternoon, I suddenly needed to use the restroom. Badly! I walked down the hall to the nearest bathroom, but, unfortunately, it was being cleaned.
Oh dear!
I got on the elevator and went to the seventh floor where I knew that prayer room existed thinking that there would probably be another bathroom available, but to no avail!
I then got back on the elevator and went down one floor. When the door opened I found myself looking into a waiting room area with a receptionist behind glass windows. Timidly I approached the glass and waited for the lady to acknowledge me.
"Excuse me, but I was looking for a restroom and the one on the first floor is being cleaned. Would you be able to direct me to another?"
"Ummmm. Are you a member or are you just a person?"
I'm afraid at this point, I almost didn't need to find a restroom anymore. I burst out laughing and shared that I was "just a person." I got back on the elevator and waited for the bathroom to finish being cleaned.
Oh, Church! Awaken from your slumber!
Matthew 10:42 (New International Version)
42And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is my disciple, I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward."
