He humbly wrote:
"For I was a stranger and you welcomed me." (Matthew 25:35)... Jesus walked into our sanctuary this morning, and unlike any other time before in my life I had to do more than just talk about God's love, I had to live it... "Lord, help my unbelief. Amen."
I remember a time not too long ago when two men from the local homeless shelter finally accepted our invitation to join us in worship. I overheard a long-time church member ask - in a loud stage whisper, "What are they doing here?" Evidently it was OK for some of us to go to the homeless shelter to serve... but inviting "them" to worship with "us" at "our" church was crossing the line. Their comments broke my heart... and I'm pretty sure I heard Jesus weep that day.
When did Jesus join you in worship? What's your story?