The first thing that hit me was the overwhelming stench of body odor. Every part of me resisted allowing this dirty, wretched, man into my home. Men were filing into my husband’s Thursday night bible study, Band of Brothers. But then here was THIS man. One of the regulars brought him in hopes of reaching the man with the gospel of grace and hope.
Yikes, I hate when that happens. My good deed of opening our home as a refuge to those seeking more of Jesus just was hit with a curve ball.
“Well, Lord, I really meant for it to be to the normal people.
The clean people.
I mean, really, how much is this to ask of me. I already give up my comfort for all these men.”
The ones who don’t make me uncomfortable or smell up my house.
Oops, really feeling not so spiritual right now.
I started to get angry at the guy who brought him. This is my home. Wouldn’t he know better than bring an “unsafe” guy here? This dirty man. This destitute man. Does he have a disease?