Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Mercy in the Flesh
I have grown to hate the power imbalances involved with many social programs where one group is always giving and the other group is always receiving. It merely reinforces the gaps between those with power and those without power. This church empowers the homeless as moral agents as they care for one another. I went expecting to serve soup, but instead I was served alongside others. Everyone had their role: washing dishes, singing, serving soup, or just being there. The only sense of status is found in our common identity as children of God. One guy makes the coffee every time the church is open(he's done this since they started the church) and he made sure to find me a clean mug so I could try it. Nice and strong like I like it. Strong like the rush of joy I still feel in my blood, just from being with these people and seeing mercy in the flesh. And I got all this from just hanging out there...didn't get to experience the actual worship service. They invited me for Sunday's service, and I can't wait!