I remember and often tell young Christains about one very special Easter Service.
Let me tell you;
I was dressed to the tens', had matching dress, with matching shoes, with matching corsage, with matching eyeshadow...ya get the idea? It was my turn in the nursery that Resserection Sunday. A large piture window looked out toward the altar and on the back of the congeragation. As I stood there hold a sleeping baby, looking out and in the back row almost directly in front of me was the most rag-tag, dirty family I ever saw. Studying their appearance I smuggly thought to myself, "Well, who do they think they are coming into God's house dressed like that!?" A small voice whispered to my heart, "Who do you think you are?" It was a small voice but, it jolted me like lightening.
I called it a very special Easter Service. It was the first time I was made to feel ashamed of myself as a Christian, the first time I recall jugding someone as a Christian, because of the their poverty, the first time I cried tears of shame for my evil thoughts. I thank God for that, it changed my heart, my way of thinking...changed me forever. Man looks at the outside, God looks on the inside, I read not long afterwards. That was over 30 years ago, and I still hear that small voice whisper to my heart when I have unkind thoughts and I am glad He chastises me. Because of this, He reminds me how much He loves me and how much like Jesus He wants me to continue to become. I praise Him.