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Once upon a time, there was a God whose followers met together every Sunday. They called themselves by his name and praised him for his willingness to save them from their sins. One day, the God went to see if his Spirit was producing in these people love and goodness — and if his followers were making other disciples. He was disappointed to discover there was no fruit.
So he said to his son, “We’ve been waiting for these people to have hearts like ours for a long time. I keep expecting them to love one another with a great love, and for that love to spread throughout their neighborhoods and towns. But I’ve seen nothing of the such. Get rid of them, would you? They’re taking up space in a kingdom to which they don’t belong — and to which, deep down, they don’t want to belong. And they’re ruining my good name.”
“But father,” the son replied, “please give them just a little while longer. I’ll touch the hearts of those whose hearts can still be touched, and I’ll convict anyone who will hear my words. And if, still then, they refuse to look and act like us, we’ll do as you say.”
— Luke 13:6-9 (more or less)