The Living Bible

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
March 16, 2000

He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes
in it, jeans, and no shoes.  This was literally his
wardrobe for his entire four years of college.

He is brilliant.  Kind of profound and very, very bright.
He became a Christian while attending college.

Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed,
very conservative church.  They want to develop a ministry
to the students but are not sure how to go about it.

One day Tim decides to go there.  He walks in
with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair.

The service has already started, and so Tim
starts down the aisle looking for a seat.

The church is completely packed and he can’t
find a seat.  By now, people are really looking
a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.

Tim gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit,
and when he realizes there are no seats,
he just squats down right on the carpet.

By now the people are really uptight,
and the tension in the air is thick.

About this time, the minister realizes
that from way at the back of the church,
a deacon is slowly making his way toward Tim.

Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair,
and a three-piece suit.  A godly man, very elegant, very
dignified, very courtly.  He walks with a cane and, as he starts
walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves
that you can’t blame him for what he’s going to do.

How can you expect a man of his age and of his
background to understand some college kid on the floor?

It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.

The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the
man’s cane.  All eyes are focused on him. You can’t even
hear anyone breathing.  The minister can’t even preach
the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.

And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor.
With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next
to Tim and worships with him so he won’t be alone.

Everyone chokes up with emotion.

When the minister gains control, he says,
What I am about to preach, you will never remember.
What you have just seen, you will never forget.

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40 comments
  1. Aww.. That’s so KIND!
    That’s what God wants!!

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  2. moutnaingirl said:

    I read this story a few years ago.. Thanks for reminding me of it!

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  3. A beautiful morning story…just when everyone has thought they were high and mighty, someone pulls everyone back to the ground and implies that only One is highest and mightiest. =>

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  4. Anonymous said:

    Very true, it takes compassion to share the real meaning of the gospel.

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  5. isabellapi said:

    Very Jesus-like. The way we all should be, without hesitation. How does the song go? “Give me your eyes for humanity…” I bet that college boy came back.

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  6. Damilare said:

    Reblogged this on Rock Haven and commented:
    Awesome read!!! Good Morning!!!!!!

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  7. Ebun Oluwole said:

    Reblogged this on its eBunite! and commented:
    Very Christ-like!

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  8. It isn’t where we worship –

    it’s ‘HOW’ !

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  9. Reblogged this on Seeking God's Truth and commented:
    When I was young, something like this happened to a friend of mine, unfortunately the result was not the same at all.

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  10. Some of the best sermons are seen… not heard. God bless your work here Kenny T! Keep it up… you’re making a difference!!!

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  11. Our engineering fraternity house was across the street from a small pentecostal church. Often some of us would sit on our front porch and drink a “lot of wine”. A couple of nights a week the church would overflow with worship music. One time I and several frat brothers decided to walk/stagger across the street and sit in on the service. We brought our dog.
    We walked into the church, nodded hellos and simply sat down in a pew. The worshipers never missed a beat. They knew who we were. I’m sure they had been including us in their prayers. After a lengthy stay we took our dog and left.
    About two years later, on visiting some old friends at the engineering school and fraternity, I was given a revelation of Jesus as real, my new and saving reality. This was May of 1972.

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    • Hi Gary — I skimmed through the comments and read yours with interest. After visitng at a local nursing home this morning I can home with the nagging impression that when people never turned from the cultural revolution of the 60’s in America, they became old bitter people. How sad. I am glad that you found your way past the wilder ones in college and found Jesus. 🙂

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  12. Sandy said:

    There are days when, for whatever reason, we lose sight of our true purpose.
    And then there are days when someone post something special that brings us back to centre.
    Thank you for that!
    Much Love, Sandy

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  13. tk2012 said:

    I heard this one recently on a podcast, only they said a deacon was the one who sat Deacon who sat down on the floor with him.

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  14. Reblogged this on landoncollard and commented:
    It’s incredible the impact we can have by simply living in a way that reflects Jesus. It’s what authentic Christian community promotes and reproduces. It’s what “church” is all about! Live well today. Live with the eyes of Christ. Live in love!

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  15. I love this story because it puts everything into perspective 🙂 . What a great one! Take care! 😀

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  16. I LOVE this story. Have seen it before, but it’s been quite some time. Sure brings home Jesus’ command to go out into the highways and the hedges, doesn’t it? Thanks so much for sharing this.

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  17. Rebecca said:

    What a wonderful post. We are known by our actions. I can only hope I would do the same. May I reblog this in the future? Also, thanks for liking my posts. Means a lot.

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  18. Sizi said:

    I just had a chance to read this post. The way we all should be Sizi

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