“How can we worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday?” — Shane Claiborne
Claiborne poses a really good question, doesn’t he? On Sunday morning we praise the name of Jesus. We glorify Him. We exalt Him. We openly declare our love for Him and call ourselves His followers, His disciples.
Yet, on Monday morning, on our way to work, we quickly take another sip of our Starbucks double-expresso latte as we avert our eyes from the raggedly dressed man holding the crudely lettered “WILL WORK FOR FOOD” cardboard sign. We struggle not to let him make eye contact.
The man is filthy. He smells. We can tell that even in the confines of our well -heated car.
Only yesterday we claimed we would follow this man to the cross. Today we shudder at the thought of having to look at him. Talking to him is out of the question.
Good questions call for good answers. What’s the good answer to Shane’s question?
“How can we worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday?”