A college girl walked into class one day and saw in the front of the class a couple stands with targets hung on them. Once all the students were there the teacher told them to all pick one person they disliked, hated, or despised. When they had done that he picked some of them to come up and draw a picture of that person they disliked and gave them each a few darts. Then when they had finished drawing they were to throw the darts at the picture they had made. Well of course they ran out of time this girl did not get to throw or even draw the person she was thinking of. Once everyone was settled down and seated the teacher calmly walked up to the pictures and one by one slowly took them down. Suddenly everyone was ashamed at themselves, for behind each target was a picture of Jesus. Each and every one of those students looked at what they had done to their Lord and Savior. Some pictures were pierced in the eye, or the stomach, or torn apart so badly you could hardly tell there was anything there at all. No words were needed except those of John,
1 John 4:20 If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he
is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother
whom he
hath seen,
how can
he love
God whom
he hath
not seen?
Tears filled the eyes of the students as they looked on.
Tears filled the eyes of the students as they looked on.
Now I know some of us think "Oh I don't hate my brothers that much." but we never seem to understand how much it hurts them or Jesus.
