Jesus, Friend Of...
“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me.”
— Matthew 25:35
Yesterday I had a finance committee meeting. I finished up several odds and ends in the office. At the end of the day, I visited a church member.
This person has spent most of 2017 homeless. Living at Room In the Inn, living on the streets, and finally, with the help of Kyle, he found permanent housing.
I was talking with him about what a big year it has been. I said, "You know, I imagine with all this transition that it is hard to feel settled. I just want you to know that you are whole. And you are a full part of this community. And I hope you don't feel like you have to wait for something else to come to live out your call, but that you are doing it right now."
He nodded his head and said, "Oh, I know. This church is my home and the people are my family. All of my family has passed away, but the church is my family."
You know, I've heard a lot of people say that the church is "home." But hearing it from someone who has spent much of his life living on the street, it takes on a whole new meaning.
When I left that conversation I felt so proud to be a part of this church, where someone can come in from off the street and find a home- maybe not a physical one, but a place to be safe, secure, and seen as a beloved child of God.
This sermon series is an opportunity to be pushed outside of our comfort zones. But after my conversation with this person, I also want to celebrate the work that you all do, daily, that is faithful to the Gospel and that is changing the world, one person at a time.
Posted on Wed, September 20, 2017
by Megan Huston