Church Hoppers

 

 

Are you a church hopper

In search of a church

But just hopping all around

In a futile search?

 

Are you looking to get

Rather than to give

And then are horribly dissatisfied

With the life you live?

 

Some join a church

To see what they can get

Then they leave for another

With much regret.

 

“No food in there,

Just a whole lot of gossip,”

And church hopping for them

Becomes their habit.

 

 

“That church is real dead,

There is no life in there,”

And away they will run again

Looking for somewhere.

 

Then they come upon one

That appears high in spirit

And there they will remain

But just for a bit.

 

Before you know it

They will trudge off again;

A harsh word from a member

Caused them pain.

 

Criticism after criticism

A church hopper will find

To run off to the next church

With the last on their mind.

 

If only they could find

That perfect church

They would stop their hopping

And their futile search.

 

But wherever they go

There’s one disgruntled member

And invariably how they respond

Results from anger.

 

 

 

 

If they take a mirror along

That member they would see

And hopping around would cease

Immediately!

 

Each church I’ve hopped to

I have met me there

And the fact this will continue

Is my constant fear.

 

We tend to blame others

For the way we respond

While forgetting that self-control

Is in self only to be found.

 

Church hoppers, you see,

Take one member along

And that one member is to blame

For what they do wrong.

 

Stewart Russell © May 25, 2024