This past Wednesday evening we decided to have dinner at Wingstop in Asheville, NC. Sophie had promised us that we would enjoy the best wings and French fries there, so it was a plan. We left Montreat and drove west, through Swannanoa, into east Asheville. Because of Hurricane Helene, much was different about western North Carolina: abandoned buildings, un-inhabitable homes, and washed out roads. But as we drove through this area that is working so hard to recover, we noticed something else, another effect from the devastating storm. It surprised me, and it broke my heart.
All along the route from Montreat to East Asheville, there were men and women scattered by the side of the road. It was clear that many of them were under the influence of alcohol or drugs (or both), and we could see some of them who were actively using in plain sight. We arrived at Wingstop, and as we walked toward the restaurant we observed the same atmosphere I have described. We decided not to stay and eat there, and walking back to our car I walked by a young man who had turned up a pint bottle of vodka and was finishing it off. He was in a bad place as were so many we saw that evening.
I did a little research and found that since Helene overdose deaths in Asheville and western North Carolina have risen drastically. Drug use and addiction are more prevalent now than before the storm, and if one drives through that area it is easy to see the despair, the hopelessness, and the pain.
Later that night we attended a hymn festival that was a part of the conference. Hundreds of pastors, musicians, and church members gathered to listen to scripture, testimonies, and sing together. It was spiritually and musically amazing.
One of the pieces of music that we sang was a simple text, titled You Are Beloved. It was arranged by Ana Hernandez, who led the hymn festival, and she had set the text to the traditional Irish tune ST. COLUMBA. In five parts the congregation sang: you are beloved for God is love/you are beloved of God/You are beloved for God is love, for God is love. It is a powerful text, and we were encouraged to sing it to others in the room. It was a beautiful reminder that we each received, a reassurance that we all are loved by God, that we are all beloved. It was a meaningful and moving moment.
There were many in Anderson Auditorium that night, and I’m sure there were quite a few who needed that word of assurance, that reminder that they are beloved by God. But what flooded my mind were the many people, standing, living, barely surviving, on that road stretching from Swannanoa to Asheville. Those living in tents, living only for the next high, and losing everything in order to get it. Those individuals, those fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands, wives, who are living on the edge, they too are God’s beloved. I saw a lot on their faces: I saw despair, brokenness, pain, loss, but I don’t think I saw on any of those faces the hope of beloved-ness.
It is important to speak words of hope and good news in worship. It is important to share words of God’s love and promise when we come together as Christians who are more or less living healthy lives. But I hope I never forget that it is most often people outside of our comfortable gatherings who need to hear that they too are God’s beloved. I hope we never forget that we do not encounter anyone who is not God’s beloved, even those excluded and labeled unclean or less than by our culture. It is our calling, our mission, and our greatest joy to tell everyone of their own beloved-ness. May it be so.