Last August my wife and family and I decided that we wanted to begin a new ministry outreach. Some of our spiritual giftings are in the area of hospitality and helping people feel comfortable, welcome, respected, safe. For years, I’ve been working in the recovery community locally, engaging each week with men and women committed to a year-long residential addiction recovery program. I’ve had many joys in getting to know these people in their journey.
The difficulty is that for many of them, the relationship I build with them is viewed as part of their recovery program. Thus, when they graduate from the program, I never see or hear from them again. In one sense that can be good and fine. Some are from out of town and head back to their own areas to continue their life of recovery. Other times, I know they’re still local. I give them my contact info, but I think there’s the idea that I was part of their recovery program and now they’ve graduated from that and moved on. Yet the life of recovery – modeled after the life of Christian faith – is grounded in relationships and community.
So we decided to begin inviting small groups of 3-4 clients from the women’s program over to our home for dinner each week. Over the course of two months all of the women came over. Our goal was simply to provide community and relationship. To give them three hours to be in a home where there are no expectations other than being together. They can relax. Sometimes they help in preparing dinner or setting the table. They help in clean up after we enjoy the meal together. Often times there are board games or video games for them with our kids. Each night is slightly different based on who is with us.
It was great. We enjoyed it and the ladies enjoyed it. Our goal was that this would be an ongoing thing. Never an expectation or requirement but always an option for them. But once all of them came over, the staff assumed that was the end of it. After some further conversations and explanations, we started up the dinners again this month, and have another one tonight. Again, good experiences. Not always easy, but certainly fascinating.
But tonight was a first. One of the ladies who attended one of our very first dinners last year called my office up. Normally she plays softball on Wednesday nights but due to rain, the game was cancelled. She remembered coming for Wednesday Bible studies at our church, and I think in part because of the different kind of relationship she experienced briefly in our home, she felt comfortable reaching out. I picked her up and brought her to our regular Wednesday night, informal pot-luck dinner at our church and then she stayed for Bible study afterwards. She indicated she planned to start coming to our Thursday dinners at our house next week.
It was a very affirming moment. Building relationships is long, slow work. Our congregation recently was blessed to have some missionaries to Turkey come by and speak with us for a bit. He described a relationship with a couple and family, and the ups and downs of that relationship and how God the Holy Spirit brought others into the relationship as well to move it along. Eventually the couple became Christian, which changed their lives and led now to the curiosity of their children about the faith, having seen how much happier their parents were in their new faith. At the end of his sharing I asked him how long this relationship had been going on. How long had he and his wife been working with this couple. Loving them. Caring about them. Getting to know them and allowing themselves to be known. Ultimately being able to share the love of Jesus Christ. Well over 20 years, he responded. Over 20 years for that relationship to grow and develop!
So little baby steps are a huge blessing. To see that in opening ourselves and our homes, we can leave impressions, make impacts on people that may not be recognizable initially. Not for weeks or months or years. Sometimes not for decades or lifetimes! It was a further confirmation of the direction my family and I are being drawn in through ministry. It’s exciting and invigorating even as it’s exhausting. But it’s nice to hope that it’s making a difference. Slowly. One person at a time.