A room of one's own, three meals per day, supportive programs, peace and quiet…"It was like heaven," said a former resident of this wonderful homeless shelter. Yet…he didn't stay.
Why did he relapse? He said, "I wasn't ready for a place like that."
Why doesn't he return now that he's back in recovery and doing so well? He implied, "I'm not worthy of God's kingdom."
"There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen…And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores… When the poor man died, he was carried away by angels to the bosom of Abraham." Luke 16
How do we let the poor know that they are loved by God? That they are worthy to enter and stay under Jesus' roof? That God is always ready for them?
How can we serve as ambassadors of God’s unconditional grace?