Years ago as part of my Leadership Washington County Health & Human Services Day, my class ate lunch at the Salvation Army. We were encouraged not to eat with our fellow classmates, rather, to reach out and sit with a client to share our meal.
It was there I learned the true meaning of fellowship.
At one point in our conversation, the man I was breaking bread with asked “who was I with?” When I didn’t immediately respond (I was trying to think of a respectful way to tell him we were experiencing a poverty simulation), he responded, “It’s pretty obvious you don’t belong here.”
Raw. Honest. Humble words. [Read more…]