Haywood Street’s Question of the Week.
~ May 18, 2011 ~
“If you could meet anyone in the world, alive or dead, who would it be and why?”
NOTE: Participants are asked to write their honest and anonymous response on a piece of paper and leave on the lunch table or put in the offering basket. Answers below are typed exactly as they appear on the paper.
“My parents so that I could find out my heritage and what runs in my family.”
“Jesus And My Father in Haven”
“My Father because my Father got killed when I was real young I have not had a father feger in my life and I did not no how to be a father to my son. But we are still close but I wish he would have been here to teach me how to be a man. I really miss him very much.”
“It would be my Grate grandfather, and I would learn all that I can from him.”
“Tyler Perry”
“Jesus. I no he is not dead but he is alive to me because he is my saviour. He is the son of the Living God he is my best friend.”
“Taj Mahal”
“Jesus”
“Macheal Jackson – Because he was a famous person, who could dance and sing. Helped a lot of people around the world. He was sweet and nice person. Would love to meet him.”
“Teddy Pendergrass, and marvin gale they was famous. Could sing very well.”
“I would like to meet my real dad. he was my role modle.”
“Jesus, Lord of Lords, King of Kings of Course and Why Simply to say thanks as I Bow at his feet.”
“Alan Jackson. I’m a country music fan I sing kareoka at different places, and I sing his songs a lot I just love his music.”
“My Grandmother is Heaven I wood love to see her a gain.”
“God. I love Him.”
“Myself – why not?”
“Jesus. To Blessed Everlasting.”
“Mary, mother of Jesus because I need her advice on how to let my son go his own way using his own judgement and ideas. I raised him in Christ, taught him right from wrong and gave him plenty of love and protection. Now I need to let go of the apron strings and I need help.”
In reguards to the question “Who dead/alive would you like to meet and why?”, I would also like to meet Jesus. I would like to meet him standing in the pulpit on Sunday morning just before the sermon is to begin. I would be in the congregation listening and waiting with other “believers.” I would like to meet Jesus in this way because I would like to hear what he would preach. Would he speak? Or would what “Church” has become pain him so badly that he would barely be able to hold back tears as he walked out of the building. Leaving this time, not because he was kicked out again, but because he knew he wouldn’t have answers for the questions their hearts would ask. Oh, yes. I would love to meet Jesus. I have plenty of questions of my own for Jesus. And I, like the congregation I imagine waiting on him to preach, wonder how long “God made flesh” could remain inside my body.