Over the past few weeks, I’ve had some version of this question asked by three different people: “What is hard about being a part of Haywood Street?” Each time I’ve responded, my answer has been different.
“It’s hard when my personal life overlaps with my Haywood Street life.”
“It’s hard to watch Haywood Street friends stuck in loops of self destruction.”
“It’s hard when the plans always change. That whole Holy Chaos thing.”
It’s true. Haywood Street can be a hard place to be. For everyone — companions, friends, visitors and staff. But if no one has to be here, why do we all keep coming back?
Quite simply, Haywood Street is home. It’s where we feel the rub of our differences within our unified, family of God. It is where we come together as brothers and sisters — to eat, to pray, and sometimes to duke it out.
I think we come back because we know this place is safe and we know we’re accepted…even on our worst days. Once we step on campus, we know we are loved. Unconditionally. And that’ll keep you coming back every time.
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