It doesn’t really have a name – not yet, anyway. Joking, some of us have called it The Church of the Second Chance. What it really is, is a place of respite – a church for those folks who have nowhere else to go to church.
May 1st was the first meeting. There were about 12 of us in a small room in a local community center – parents, kids, homeless, black, white, gay, straight. Grey metal folding chairs, a keyboardist in the corner, poorly put-together bulletins, a small folding table to serve as altar, with a pewter chalice holding a cup and a half of Welch’s grape juice, next to the round loaf of bread from the Wal-Mart bakery.
We are a high-class act.
I have always said I don’t want to pastor a church. My friend Brian convinced me I already do – that my work at Love Wins is primarily pastoral, and the people I minister among, my congregation. I just did not have preaching responsibility.
Now I do.
This small group, as yet unnamed, is the latest program of Love Wins Ministries. One way we see the spiritual side of our work is that we minister to people who have been spiritually abused. People who, because of their economic circumstances, their addictions, their social status, their sexuality, or any combination of these, are not welcome in church.
Now they have someplace to go.
Which is why we joke and call it The Church of The Second Chance. For some of us, it’s more like the 350th chance.
It is pretty low-key. A couple of songs, to which you probably already know the words. Reading the Gospel lesson for the day. A less than 10 minute ‘sermon’. Open Space, where we can discuss the talk, or the scripture, or they can tell me they disagree with me, or affirm me, or ask questions or whatever. Here, everybody has a voice. We voice our prayers to God. We break bread and read the ancient words and enact Communion, just like Christians have been doing everywhere for the last 2,000 years.
After the service, a woman who is currently homeless came up to me and said ‘That was some church!”.
I think so too.
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I hesitated to mention our little gathering. Because, quite frankly, I am afraid you will want to come and “check us out”. Our people are used to being used, to being abused, to being pawns in other people’s schemes. I don’t want you to come check us out so you can go back to work the next day and talk about how you took Communion with a homeless man.
It’s not about you. And if you come here, it probably never will be.
But, if you want to come and get to know people who have less stuff, less love, less money, less almost everything than you do, if you want to try to build long term relationships with people who can probably never pay you back in any way you understand right now – if that interests you at all, we would love to have you come and worship with us. As an equal.
We are meeting at 121 North Tarboro Street every Sunday at 2:30pm.






Love, love, love, love, love your heart, Hugh.
Awww. Thanks, guy. Can’t wait to get to hang out again.
Your church sounds perfect! I have several friends like your friend Brian who have helped me see that my ministry is my church and my congregation is my community. We don’t have an official worship service but we worship in spirit three days a week as we gather together to be Christ in a place that is very broken. Maybe someday God will lead us to start a worship service and if that ever happens I think it would look similar to yours. May God bless your little flock and protect it from outsiders who might harm it.
Not keen on the name, even though it’s not official. “Second Chance” doesn’t sound right, ’cause it sounds like most of these folks never got a first chance to start with. Should come up with something from Matthew 25:31-40, as it seems very much to work with your ministry. Personally, I like something like Church of the Wayward Sons, but that’s only because then you could sing Kansas songs as hymns, and that’d be pretty awesome. “Hold on, baby, hold on/’cause there’s something on the way/your tomorrow’s not the same as today.” (You totally thought I’d quote Carry On Wayward Son, huh?
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Thank you-you & your church give me hope.
I didn’t get a chance to tell you this when I was there on Sunday, but I’d stayed up very late Saturday night trying to figure out where I might start the search for a new Sunday morning home. At least that night, nothing seemed to fit, and although I wanted to start that journey this weekend, I ended up not going anywhere, but rather feeling like a gay church orphan. So, I was happy to have a beautiful community to visit on Sunday afternoon!
And you need to give yourself a little more credit for those bulletins – they were great