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On a dark rainy night in England many years ago, a young man tries to escape the clutches of those who want him hanged. Deep down he knows that he has committed a terrible crime. He is not yet ready to die. Faster and faster he runs throughout the city, as fast as his legs can carry him. His body shakes of fear and he becomes increasingly weary. Only his mind and his heart pushes him through “just a little further”. In the background he hears, “Stop him!” Even though his legs ache, the young man continues to run. As he looks back to see if he is safe, he trips over a pothole. The mud, water and gravel cover his face and sting his eyes. His leg is cut, blood dripping from the knee. And just as he starts to lose hope, he looks up and see the stained glass windows of a church. The young man picks himself up and heads toward the church. As he stumbles inside, he cries out “Sanctuary!” An elderly priest greets the young man and assures him that he is safe.

Ok this is a bit of a historical exaggeration, but back in the day the church was a place where criminals could be safe from persecution. All they had to do was cry “Sanctuary!” and they were safe until they could decide whether or not to confess.

This is how I envision the church: a place where people can find some rest without condemnation. Guys, we need to get back to the concept of church being a place of safety and willingness to share. With a community that cares for you regardless, one could be set free by sharing their life.

A situation like this happened to me not too long ago. As most of you know, I am in grad school and I’m not the best with time management. Because of this, everything literally snowballed me towards the end of the semester (huge exit exams, projects, papers, etc). On top of that, I struggled with an intense desire to just “chuck the whole Jesus thing” cause I didn’t see anything coming from it. I avoided these feelings by trying to focus on other things, but they did not nothing to ease my fear. I decided then to just share everything with my small group ( a group consisting about 8-15 people from a church for those who do not know). I could barely look up as I shared my heart. What I received in return was empathy, words of encouragement from those who have been there, and a few hugs. The relief I received from sharing my life while not being condemned was amazing. And I’m getting better. Slowly but surely.

Sadly, I think some in the church (and I say some because I know there are many Christians who are) aren’t a sanctuary for people anymore. We do something worse. We ignore. We focus on our jobs, our friends, and not give a second thought about others. Why do we ignore? That’s not what Jesus did. That is not what the church in Acts did. And this is something the church of today should not stand for. Not only should we be a place for safety but we should also be out there where “they” are. The broken. the needy. The “least of these.” To offer comfort, peace and a place for others to share. Not just for 40 days, but for life.

So this is my challenge, Christians: let us be this broken world’s sanctuary.

This comes to mind when I think of this topic.

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