I found this story a couple days ago, and found it worthy of being posted:

One day, a man went to visit a church..

He got there early, parked his car, and got out.

 Another car pulled up and the driver got

 out and said,” I always park there!

You took my place!"  The visitor went inside for

 Sunday School, found an empty seat and sat down.

 A young lady from the church

 approached him and stated,

"That's my seat! You took my place!"

 The visitor was somewhat distressed

by this rude welcome, but said nothing.

After Sunday School, the visitor went

 into the sanctuary and sat down.

Another member walked up to him and said,

 "That's where I always sit!  You took my place!"                      

  The visitor was even more troubled by this

treatment, but still He said nothing.

Later as the congregation was praying

for Christ to dwell among them,

the visitor stood up, and his appearance began to change.

Horrible scars became visible on

his hands and on his sandaled feet.

Someone from the congregation

noticed him and called out, "What happened to you?"

 The visitor replied, as his hat

became a crown of thorns, and a tear fell from his eye,

 "I took your place."