Here is a post from Robert from our Church
Church this past Sunday for a few of us was in the park. We brought enough food for many for whom the park is not only their church, but also their home for now, a place of gathering and community. That is to say when they are not being pestered by the Anti-Yogi-Mr. Park Ranger-Homeless Patrol (Aren't those guys employed by our tax dollars?)
We gather together in Jesus' name on occassion with folks here that likely would not find themselves in a more traditional church on Sunday, even if on a random case a particular church might welcome someone of their "sort".
Can you recall the last time you sat next to someone in church who hadn't showered, was obviously high (I don't mean on "life", dude), basically had no means or prospects, and simply had a conversation with them?
Taylor, one of our cherished congregants, not only loved the food but also sharing about his journey from addiction to heroin and drinking as a teenager until age 28 when he had to stop due to his diabetes, and then quite convincingly shared how marijuana was a great substitute. He said, "you don't see people on pot robbing banks or doing drive-by shootings, man, do you?...They're too busy chillin', they can't even get to the front door much less hop in and out of a crime vehicle" He has a point.
I loved watching our kids interact with every one, offering another plate of food, cookies or chips in between their forays to the playground nearby to folks that are not so very different than their own families even if they happen to speak another language, or appear a wee bedraggled.
Children somehow naturally understand how to be kind to strangers, and perhaps see angels for who they really are in the thick of our everyday world.
Yup, church was great on Sunday. Come on out sometime.