I was walking on the Nicollet Mall a few weeks ago and I passed a church called Westminster. Their doors were opened. They had a sandwich board sign that said: Open door Day. Come in for a tour. Or to Pray. Or to Rest.
So I went in.
A nice, gray haired lady with a name tag, Nancy, greeted me and asked me if I would have a tour. We walked into the sacred space on a nice carpet.
We turned around and she showed me an elegant window. Nancy said, "That window cost three and one-half million dollars."
I don't know what my face said to her. In my mind, I was trying to think of the things the Christ Jesus taught. I couldn't find anything in my mental Rolodex about spending huge sums of money on a window. I thought he was all about feeding other people and stuff like that. Then I thought, well, maybe all the workers they paid to make that beautiful window used that $3,500,000 to feed others and stuff like that with.
I looked at Nancy. I didn't really know what to say, yeah or nay.
Nancy looked back at me, as she gently guided me back out the door on the red carpet. Nancy said, "Oh, we DID spend $420,000 on Habitat for Humanity too."
I echoed the things she had told me: "$3,500,000 for a window and $420,000 for Habitat for Humanity."
I thanked her and left the church. I had five bucks. I gave it to the guy playing the saxaphone in the alleyway. "God bless," he said. "Yeah, you too man," I replied.

