Sunday morning, there was a man in the church parking lot. He looked a bit scruffy, probably a rough 55 or a regularly aging 65. He was pacing back and forth intently staring at his phone.
I didn't initially identify him as a homeless guy because I didn't see his backpack and cup of coffee until I was almost inside. So my initial analysis based on first impressions was "is this a drug addicted/crazy threat who just happens to be in our parking lot."
But the more I thought about it I realized it was a homeless guy who had chosen to shelter in our parking lot (+ or - whatever issues had led him to that state).
What would have been the right thing to do? Talk to him? Invite him to the service? If you invite him inside and he threatens others, I don't really have the right to make that decision for other parishoners or their children. Skip the service and go talk to him?
I decided I would talk to him when the service was over and see what was going on and try to help him if I could but he was gone.
Yes, there are millions of homeless people and you cannot fix a broken creation. But this one guy chose to sleep in our church parking lot for whatever reason.
...and for the past few days I'm having this nagging "you were the Pharisee who crossed the street" feeling.
I didn't initially identify him as a homeless guy because I didn't see his backpack and cup of coffee until I was almost inside. So my initial analysis based on first impressions was "is this a drug addicted/crazy threat who just happens to be in our parking lot."
But the more I thought about it I realized it was a homeless guy who had chosen to shelter in our parking lot (+ or - whatever issues had led him to that state).
What would have been the right thing to do? Talk to him? Invite him to the service? If you invite him inside and he threatens others, I don't really have the right to make that decision for other parishoners or their children. Skip the service and go talk to him?
I decided I would talk to him when the service was over and see what was going on and try to help him if I could but he was gone.
Yes, there are millions of homeless people and you cannot fix a broken creation. But this one guy chose to sleep in our church parking lot for whatever reason.
...and for the past few days I'm having this nagging "you were the Pharisee who crossed the street" feeling.