What The World Needs Now

Colors of Hope, Sally Olson, Love John 13:34
How do we love people who are not like us?

Maybe it’s because I was raised in the heart of the San Francisco Bay Area. But, the truth is, I don’t understand “racism”. I forget it exists, until it’s thrown in my face via media, including social media. I don’t see color. I never have. I forget that some do. My wonder is: Are we confusing racism with prejudice? Or do we really think that color of skin makes one person superior to another?

Either way, Lord help us all if we do.

One View

My view?

We are uncomfortable—fearful, of anything that’s unfamiliar. A new town, a new way of dressing, a different kind of music, unfamiliar foods, a skin color, a hair type, a dialect. Our discomfort with not understanding something unfamiliar triggers us to reject it; rationalize that it’s bad, dangerous, scary.

But, are we talking about racism or prejudice?

Do you welcome what a friend calls “down-and-out-ers” into your life. You know who I mean. Fresh water and soap haven’t touched their skin in weeks. Clean clothes are not in their closet. They don’t have a closet.

People like Sean are different from you, I bet.

Pew Pal

I met Sean at a little roadside country church outside the edge of town. He sat alone in the pew, so naturally.

Are you expecting company?


Today, we are your company.


Sean is a mid-twenties young man who’s “flopping” at his dad’s in the town down the hill. From Sean’s appearance, I think there must not be running water where he’s staying. To be frank, he smelled like vomit. (But, still we sit because we’ve smelled like vomit in our lives, too. Not you?)

It’s been thirteen years since Sean has been to church. (I’m thinking he either walked or hitchhiked to get to this one.) He’s from the city, which “chews you up.” “I like the mountains,” he muses. “Everyday is church in the mountains. I walk outside and see God everywhere.”

As it turns out, this tall, brown haired, green-eyed young man spent his first 13 years in the city. It’s been 13 years since he’s been to church. Clearly, he’s seen better days. But clearly, he’s seeking God and God is glad.

Come As You Are

Sean worshiped the Lord this day with his heart, mind, and soul, as he should because Jesus says to come as you are. Sean did.  I think deep down he knows there’s another way of life awaiting him and he’s making his way there.

Will you pray for Sean today? This is the call to action I have on this post. Just please pray for the Seans of the world.

2 Replies to “Sean”

  1. We have a Sean too. Every now and again he sits in our pews. He’s clean, usually. He’s tall and looks healthy, but a little scary cause he has a hard time sitting and has had some run ins w the law. But he comes to our little church. We’re safe to him and I think he feels welcomed when he’s invited to a cup of coffee or conversation after the service. We all have a story… Who hasn’t felt like a Sean at the lows of our lives?
    Yes, God does bless the Sean’s, doesn’t He? I know He’s blessed me.

    1. Thanks for sharing your “Sean” story, Bev. It’s good he’s found a safe place with you all. Everyone needs a place like that.

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