A teenage boy from a tribal village came to the capital city in search of a job. He was not highly educated. Hence he got a job in a motor repairing workshop. He did not have many good clothes. His clothes got dirtied by grease, paint and dust. Though he washed his clothes regularly, they were shabby compared to that of the city lads.
On a Sunday morning, the boy went to the church, the church of Jesus of Nazareth. He found a seat in one of the benches. The highly sophisticated faithful sitting in the same pew looked at him with contempt and one by one started moving away to some other far away seats. Oblivious to all that was happening, the boy prayed fervently.
When the Mass was over, some of the faithful complained to the parish priest about this boy and the way he is dressed for the Sunday Mass. The parish priest found the boy still in prayer in the church.
He called the boy and told him very discreetly “ Before you come to the church next Sunday, just talk to Jesus and ask him what kind of dress you must wear when you come to the church” The boy agreed.
Next Sunday, when the boy came, the priest observed that the boy still dressed the same. He approached the boy and asked him whether he spoke to Jesus about the dress.
The boy replied. “Yes father, I prayed to Jesus and he appeared in person. I asked him about the dress I should wear to the church. He said that he does not know what to answer because he has never been to this church before. So I wore the same dress I had.”
He added “He also told me to look at the new mansion next door. That is a modern church named Infant Jesus Church lavishly built by a new group of faithful. I am not allowed by the clergy of both these churches to enter any of these two churches as I am a non-denominational catholic and I don’t belong to any particular group or rite.”
(adapted from a story; author unknown)