It is a curious group
they shuffle in just past noon
each Sunday.
They are dressed nice enough
and their hair is fixed all pretty
and their appetites are large enough.
They like to eat.
But their conversations are curious.
I know that a few hours ago
they were talking about love and forgiveness
talking about grace, redemption, salvation.
But now here at the Shoppe
they talk about a weaker member
as though he need be cut off from the herd
as if he were in league with Satan.
These Christians are a curious race.
I know of no other place
where they castigate the weaker ones
and then devours them like rabid cannibals.