Tony Campolo tells a story about something that happened when he was in Hawaii for a speaking appointment. Late one night he couldn’t sleep, so he went to a local diner at 3:00 in the morning.
While there, a big group of loud, rambunctious prostitutes came in. He overhead one girl telling another that her birthday was the next day. “What do you want us to do—throw you a party?” said the other girl, mocking her.
Campolo started thinking, and after the girls left the diner he told the owner he had an idea. The next night, before the girls came to the diner, he and the owner decorated the place, baked a cake, and waited for the girls.
They brought the cake out and shouted “Surprise!”, then sang “Happy Birthday” to the girl.
She was completely blown away, then started to cry. She said she’d never had a birthday party in her whole life.
They told her to make a wish and blow out the candles and cut the cake.
She asked if it would be okay if she didn’t cut it. Can I just keep it whole like it is a little longer? Sure, the owner said, it’s yours—you can take it home with you if you like.
After it calmed down a bit Campolo asked everyone if it would be okay if he led a prayer.
So he led all the prostitutes in prayer. He prayed for the birthday girl, as well as the others. He prayed that God would protect them and save them.
When Campolo finished, the owner of the diner leaned over and said, “I didn’t know you were a preacher. What kind of a church do you belong to?”
Campolo thought for a minute.
“I belong to a church that throws parties for prostitutes at 3:00 in the morning.”
“If there were such a place, I’d join that church,” the owner said.
Is there such a place?
Maybe that church description isn’t too bad at all.
Jesus loved parties, but the people who attended them weren’t comfortable rubbing elbows with polite society. He tells this story:
A man once gave a great banquet and invited many. And at the time for the banquet he sent his servant to say to those who had been invited, ‘Come, for everything is now ready.’ But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said to him, ‘I have bought a field, and I must go out and see it. Please have me excused.’ And another said, ‘I have bought five yoke of oxen, and I go to examine them. Please have me excused.’ And another said, ‘I have married a wife, and therefore I cannot come.’ So the servant came and reported these things to his master. Then the master of the house became angry and said to his servant, ‘Go out quickly to the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in the poor and crippled and blind and lame.’ And the servant said, ‘Sir, what you commanded has been done, and still there is room.’ And the master said to the servant, ‘Go out to the highways and hedges and compel people to come in, that my house may be filled. For I tell you, none of those men who were invited shall taste my banquet’” (Luke 14:16-24).
He’s talking about the church, of course.
One of the reasons many of the religious elite hated Jesus was that He associated with the untouchables, the outcasts.
He invited them to His parties. He talked to them in the marketplace. He ate and drank with them, touched them, healed them.
He broke all sorts of social conventions because of how He treated the marginalized of His world.
It was almost as if He treated them as equals, as if He loved them and accepted them and saved them.
Which He did, of course. Not in their sin, but from it.
He let one girl from the red-light district kiss His feet and wipe them with her hair at Simon’s house.
Maybe Campolo got his idea from Jesus.
The Lord also seemed to like to throw parties for prostitutes.