Richard was sitting on a curb in Baltimore, strung out, with nowhere to be and nobody coming for him. I sat down and listened. Somewhere in the middle of it he asked me why a city with so many churches had none that ever touched. He was not being clever. He was telling me what it looked like from the ground: a dozen steeples within walking distance and not one of them knew his name.
I have carried his question through years of street ministry, from San Diego to Tokyo. The people we meet outside cannot drive twenty minutes to a service. They need the church that is already on their block to be expecting them. The problem was never a shortage of churches. It was that we had never stood together on the same street.
People like Richard should get to find out that the church loves them more than it loves being separate.










