I routinely ask men I mentored in the jail, who give their lives to the Lord there, why it’s so hard for them to become part of a church when they get out.
I then follow up by asking whether, after being released, they were ever invited into someone’s home for a meal and fellowship from any church they visited.
The answer? None.
I’ve asked this hundreds of times, not just of men trying to put their lives back together after jail, but also of those living in the woods and in homeless shelters.
The answer is always the same.
In twenty years, I’ve seen no exceptions.
We all love arms-length “ministries” and “programs” that make us feel good about helping “those people”, so long as it’s not too close and personal.
I guess most “churches” are religious social clubs for cookie-cutter “believers” rather than real Christian communities.
In the meantime, our house remains a place of hospitality and friendship to all, and our lives remain enriched beyond measure because of it.