While growing up my wife attended a Presbyterian church in Flint, Michigan. She has quite a few fond memories of Christmas services, grandma singing in the choir, and helping in the soup kitchen. One memory, though, has haunted her into adulthood. She remembers one particularly cold Michigan winter day when she was helping in the soup kitchen. As she was setting up shop in the church's basement she noticed a line of people outside the church waiting for the food. She asked if they could be let in early just to get warm. They told her no. She asked if they could enter the main church building upstairs to get warm with the rest of the congregation. Again, no. So the message this church sent was, "We'll feed you when it's convenient for us, and as long as you don't mingle with the REAL churchgoers upstairs."
Now I know some of you reading this aren't 'religious'. That's fine. But I urge you to take another look at the life of Jesus. A lot of the CHURCH needs to take another look at the life of Jesus. For one, Jesus was homeless. He was misunderstood by his family, betrayed by some of his closest friends, oppressed by the religious leaders and politicians of his day, and didn't make a living wage. Sound like anyone you know? Sounds like MOST people I know.
I've worked a suburban church for the last several years, and this past winter my wife and I decided to leave the community we were serving in. Not because they were bad people. On the contrary, we met some life long friends there. But we just found that we're wired differently. We cried out for something deeper, more honest, and more dangerous than cookie cutter houses and pot lucks. We found that we were becoming more like the people upstairs than the people downstairs.
So we moved. It cost me a job, but probably saved my marriage. Now we garden and raise chickens. We spend $50 a week on groceries instead of $150. We talk to neighbors more. We live in a place that's more honest, and more dangerous. We live downstairs. What's my point?
Put on your apron. Pick up the ladle. Open the door.
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