Yesterday's gospel was about forgiveness. As an illustration, I shared the story of Tony Campolo in Hawaii, hosting a birthday party for a prostitute and her friends. When asked what kind of church he belonged to he said: "The kind that throws parties for hookers."
I want to belong to that kind of church too but so often my church is like the one in the picture - doors firmly closed to most possibilities.
I know that most of us who strive to be accepting and welcoming would struggle when actually faced with opportunity. But sometimes I dream of breaking out of the strait jackets imposed by tradition and actually being of some use - actually managing to be Christ-like now and then.