Let me tell you something, human person.
But you don’t fit into some sort of scary Stepford mold - you are a nuanced human person.
You’re a living being made in the image of a living God.
You’re not a lego trying to complete a jigsaw puzzle or a round peg trying to squeeze into a square hole.
You don’t have to sand yourself down, or suck it in, or conceal your wounds, or cover up to belong here.
You weren’t made to fit in somewhere - you were made to fit together with someones.
Pull up a chair and open your mouth and I’ll bet everything I have that we’ll find a source of connection, of togetherness.
Bring yourself, as you are.
And if you’ve envisioned the table of Jesus Christ as a place for the put-together, for the ones wearing a certain type of clothes, having certain talents, being married, being parents, being ones who don’t make big mistakes, or ones who know the Bible - I want you to imagine Jesus flipping that table over.
The table where we gather has room for everyone.
The table where we gather is one where you belong.
You don’t have to change your clothes,
Or your mannerisms,
Or your language,
Or even your beliefs
To find a seat here.
Sit down. Let me tell you about Jesus, who knows you and loves you and carved out a place for you at this table before you ever knew His name.
I’m scooting over for you right now because there is always room at His table.