I step inside my house. I feel the warmth. I smell good food. I see smiling faces. I hear two of my favorite names used in greetings to me – one used by my wife, one by my children. I think about Michael. I’ve been thinking about Michael a lot lately – about the rich man and Lazarus outside his door, about the shepherd and his lost sheep. Michael is an older man that tries hard to keep to himself. He lives in one of the abandoned houses near me, but I’m not sure which one. I know people who have spoken to him before but I never have. I want to find him and talk to him but I’m not sure how to go about finding him without invading what little space he has to call his own. I want to take him a warm meal and invite him to church – into a Christian community where other homeless people have found love, warmth, and belonging. I want to get to know him. I want to know his story. I want to see his face when people hug him at church or when he sees all the food laid out on potluck Sundays.
So I’ve been keeping my eye out for him, but he’s good at staying out of sight. I’m praying.
Michael. He is the Lazarus outside my door. He is the lost sheep that I am hoping to find.
[Edgewood Baptist Church is a church plant supported, in part, by SRBC missions offerings in the Edgewood neighborhood of Atlanta. Their desire is to be a church that serves their community, promoting the reconciliation of people to each other and people to God.]