A Story

One day, a minister set out to save souls. After not very long, he happened across a girl named J, who soon studied and got baptized, and was added to the church. “But you aren’t the kind of person I was looking for,” the minister told J. “I will keep on looking.”

So the minister set out again, confident that he would be a fisher of men the way Jesus wanted him to. After not very long, he came across a girl named Y, who also studied and got baptized and was added to the church, and J and Y became friends. “But Y, you still aren’t the kind of person I was looking for,” the minister said. “Although I’ll take it as God’s will for right now, I need to keep on looking.”

The minister set out again, this time with the help of J and Y, and they came across a boy named B, who befriended them both. After not very long, he also studied and was baptized, and was added to the church, to their great joy. But the minister was troubled. “Lord,” he prayed, “J, Y, and B aren’t the kind of people I was looking for. I’m afraid they won’t be very useful for the mission I want to carry out in this ministry. Surely you have a plan to bless me with the right people so that I can do your will.”

So he set out again, and the Lord did bless him. He came across three girls, named N, I, and F, who were already friends. After not very long, all three of them decided to give their lives to Christ together, and for once, everyone was happy. J, Y, and B welcomed them into the church and tried to befriend them. But they soon realized that N, L, and F would rather hang out with each other. Even more, the minister began ignoring J, Y, and B and only hung out with N, L, and F. “Finally, the right kind of people!” the minister sighed, pleased with himself. He was doing what God asked him to when he called him into ministry. In fact, he was so happy that he put N, L, and F into leadership positions.

But after a little while, N, L, and F began to resent J, Y, and B, and most especially, the minister. So they left the church in a rage, swearing they would never come back. “Those are the wrong kind of people,” they hissed about J, Y, and B. “Jesus would never have approved.”

The minister was so distraught that he left to do God’s work elsewhere, and J, Y, and B managed the ministry themselves. “I wonder why N, L, and F left,” they asked each other with tears. “We loved them just the same.”

The moral of the story is that discrimination always causes division. There isn’t a right kind of person at all.