15 And as he reclined at table in his house, many tax collectors and sinners were reclining with Jesus and his disciples, for there were many who followed him. 16 And the scribes of the Pharisees, when they saw that he was eating with sinners and tax collectors, said to his disciples, “Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?” 17 And when Jesus heard it, he said to them, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners.”
Yesterday, my mum, uncle, two aunts and I were sitting at some dingy restaurant the conversation flowed. The bursts of laughter could be heard by all the other people there that is what you get when you are seated with my mum and aunt laughter-lots of it and exaggerated stories. Much as it was entertaining I wished i was home or heading home, it was getting late and it was a weekday I imagined I had so much to do and this chit chat was not getting me anywhere. Then, the conversation shifted as it always does to my dad, they tell stories of him as if he was a hero of sorts (maybe he was).
They told of a day he went to church a tad bit hangover and he was told, by an announcement in church of course that people who went to church drunk did not belong there. When I heard that I wasn’t shocked as much as I was disappointed, this was a church. Who on earth belonged to church then? The righteous, the saved, the clean, the sober, the straight? Where are the lost, the sinners, the addicts and the sick supposed to go. Where do they belong?
The answer was is in Mark 2: 15- 17