Are you a leg clutcher?

One of my sisters was a leg clutcher.

As a little girl, she was so shy around strangers she would clutch onto, and hide behind, our mother’s leg. Our mom would have to make the introductions and coax my sister to release her vice-like grip of the leg and come out to greet the stranger.

A lot of people in church are leg clutchers.

A stranger can sit in the seat in front of them and they never offer a word of greeting until the pastor or an elder comes along and stirs up introductions.

All too often, without the intervention of a church leader or someone who is actually assigned to greet visitors, we ignore the strangers among us.

Then we wonder why they don’t come back …

Are you a leg clutcher?

Scotty