We are members of the most amazing "inner city" church. We literally have a brain surgeon sitting next to a homeless man almost every week. It is a place where all are welcome and where truth is spoken. We meet on Saturday nights, and instead of Sunday School we have homegroups that meet on Wednesday evenings.
Our homegroup is particularly unique in that most of the precious people who come have very broken past lives. Most have been in prison, most are recovering from drug or alcohol addiction, many of the women have children by several different men and are now raising these children alone, and we have some who are recovering from recent divorces. We love being a part of this group!
We serve a meal on Wednesday nights, and so it is not uncommon to have homeless people come to the church for food. Last night, a very inebriated and loud woman came in for a meal and stayed for our homegroup. I don't say it enough, but I have the most amazing husband (who is also the homegroup leader). This woman came to the door of our room barely able to stand, and Randy sweetly encouraged her to come in. At first she refused, but finally sat down by me.
I truly love people, but it is easier to love someone who looks, acts, and smells like you. This sweet woman had been on the streets for a long time, and her hair, skin, and clothing were filthy. She reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. I could just imagine God smiling at me saying, "What are you going to do with her?"
Because she was so drunk and disoriented, she was also very loud and disruptive. Randy was teaching and asking questions. Every time he asked a question, she would loudly respond with an inappropriate answer. My precious husband treated her with such love and respect. I sat there wondering how I could help Randy and minister to her at the same time.
As I prayed for her, I heard God say, "Isn't she beautiful?" I began to really look at her - past the dirty skin, greasy hair and filthy clothes. I began to see her, not as a drunken homeless person, but as a child of God - daughter of the King. I put my arm around her and hugged her for the rest of the hour. Every time she would start to get disruptive, I would hug her closer. She would calm down a little and visibly relax. I wonder how long it had been since anyone had hugged her or even touched her.
I learned a lot last night about true compassion and eternal beauty. How thankful I am that God sees us all as beautiful and worthy of His love. Did I mention that what Randy was teaching on was John 3:16? "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son - that whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have everlasting life." Pretty amazing!