Redemption was just a word to me before we became part of this community.
It was one-dimensional, it was theology, a belief but not one made of skin and bones. I suppose that’s a byproduct of growing up in the church and hearing things without seeing them. Or maybe they were in front of me but I needed someone to say, “Look – that’s redemption!”
When we have a time of sharing I hear our men speaking words of rescue and faith as they say things like:
“My addiction has taken me to multiple suicide attempts the past year. I knew I would be welcomed here.”
“I’m working on step 4, where I walked away in the past. It’s hard but God is faithful and leading me closer to him.”
“Twenty-eight years of jail, prison, detox, psych wards but I’ve gotten a foundation here and my faith and gratitude are growing.”
“I have 3 months clean, still a baby but I’m taking a chance on God and recovery.”
Their simple faith is rescuing me from cynicism and judgment. From not seeing past the sign the panhandler holds.
Deliverance is for everyone. They are delivering me from despair to hope.