A story

A friend of mine just sent me this story…wow.

One day a man went to visit a church. He arrived early, parked his car, and got out. Another car pulled up near him, and the driver told him, “I always park there. You took my place!”

The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat, and
sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated, “You
took my place.”

The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said
nothing. After Sunday school, the visitor went into the church
sanctuary and sat down. Another member walked up to him and said,
“That’s where I always sit. You took my place!”

The visitor was even more troubled by this treatment, but still said
nothing.The visitor was even more troubled by this treatment, but still said
nothing.

Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to dwell among them,
the visitor stood, and his appearance began to change. Horrible scars
became visible on his hands and on his sandal-clad feet. Someone from
the congregation noticed him and called out, “What happened to you?”

The visitor replied, “I took your place.”