His first followers knew that Jesus could be found with the fatherless, the widows, and the hungry and homeless. He said that he himself was a stranger, and commended those who welcomed him. Read more...
His first followers knew that Jesus could be found with the fatherless, the widows, and the hungry and homeless. He said that he himself was a stranger, and commended those who welcomed him. If he really meant these things, what would happen if you opened your door to every person who came with a need?
Jonathan and Leah Wilson-Hartgrove decided to find out. The author and his wife moved to the Walltown neighborhood in Durham, North Carolina, where they have been answering the door to anyone who knocks. When they began, they had little idea what might happen, but they counted on God to show up.
In "Strangers at My Door," Wilson-Hartgrove tells of risks and occasional disappointments. But far more often there is joy, surprise, and excitement as strangers become friends, mentors, and helpers. Immerse yourself in these inspiring, eye-opening accounts of people who arrive with real needs, but ask only for an invitation to come in.
You will never view Jesus and the people he cares about the same way again.
- ISBN-13: 9780307731951
- ISBN-10: 0307731952
- Publisher: Convergent Books
- Publish Date: November 2013
- Page Count: 211
- Dimensions: 7.9 x 5.3 x 0.7 inches
- Shipping Weight: 0.45 pounds
Publishers Weekly® Reviews
- Reviewed in: Publishers Weekly, page .
- Review Date: 2013-09-23
- Reviewer: Staff
Wilson-Hartgrove (The New Monasticism) tells a story that deserves to be loved. He and his wife Leah founded Rutba House in Durham, N.C., a Christian community that over the years has opened its arms to the homeless, the addicted, the mentally ill, the needy, and those paroled from prison. From such experience and relationships, Wilson-Hartgrove has learned to view the world through the eyes of the downtrodden. Yet though his heart is in the right place, sometimes his writing falls short. Is it the occasional cliché ("smiling from ear to ear"), clumsy diction ("swinging words like I wanted to swing my fist") or a certain sameness to the people he describes despite their different stories? The heartfelt message-–that the disadvantaged help Wilson-Hartgrove more than he helps them—becomes at times repetitive. Towards the end, however, Wilson-Hartgrove writes compellingly of a white woman who wants a neighborhood watch in a place where relations with the police are fractured. Here his anger proves that he can write powerfully and well. Agent: Greg Daniel, Daniel Literary Group. (Nov. 5)