In social work we talk a lot about “meeting people where they are”. We mean it in the sense of beginning the work where the client is, not where we (or they) wish they were. We mean it in the sense of being non-judgemental, and of prioritizing client voice and choice. Below I reflect on a Biblical example of someone being met where they were. I don’t always connect my faith and my profession so explicitly on this blog (though they are always connected in real life), but when this example struck me a few weeks ago I haven’t been able to forget it.

One day recently I was coming home, coming through the garage and into our house through our old homeschool room, which is now laundry disaster area, crafting and art making mecca, and temporary garden growing station. I knew that my middle daughter was home because I saw her car in the driveway, and she knew I was on my way home because I texted her when I left campus. So the two of us were in the know about who was home and who was coming home. No one was in the dark about that.
Well. I opened the door to the homeschool room and immediately heard screeching and screaming from her, who was an inch or two away from the door. Me being me, I started screeching and screaming too and there we stood, for almost a full minute, just screaming because we had scared each other so badly with our presence.
Imagine if either one of us had been in the space depicted in John 20, with the disciples in that locked room, when all of a sudden Jesus appears and calmly gave everyone a greeting of peace. I can’t fathom the screaming that would have happened if she and I would have been there. We might have been the focus of the next few verses instead of who we commonly, and I think mistakenly, refer to as “doubting Thomas”.
After his appearance in the room and his greeting of peace to everyone, Jesus says to Thomas, “Put your finger here, and look at my hands. Put your hand into the wound in my side. Don’t be faithless any longer. Believe!” He said that because Thomas had missed the first post resurrection sighting of Jesus, and despite what the other disciples told him, Thomas said he wouldn’t believe until he saw the scars in the hand and on the side. Jesus met him where he was.
When I was growing up, anytime I would express doubt at something, my granny called me a Doubting Thomas. I think that’s how a lot of people refer to him, but I would like to push back on that a bit or at least not make it the prime point of his identity. We know that Thomas had been a follower, and I think at that point in time, he was expressing some disbelief, some confusion. Something I have certainly experienced before. And Jesus had mercy on him, and provided him with the evidence he was seeking. This helped him be at peace, and get moving again toward the work he was called to do.
So many people I know right now are balancing tension between belief and disbelief, between faith and confusion, between certainty in the Lord and doubt. I have been in that place before. And know that Jesus will meet you where you are in your journey, whether it is on a road, in a room, through a hymn, in nature, or through community.
Some of us aren’t having a crisis of faith per se, but we are having a crisis of humanity. Why do so many “believers” spout racist talk? Why do some “believers” abuse power? And, on days that I balance the tension between wanting to lay on the couch and read a good book while the world burns around me, and going out to try to do a little good out in the world, I am thankful for people who meet me where I am in a non-judgemental way and help me remember the work I am called to do.
Moral of the story: (1) meet people where they are, in a non-judgemental way (2) help them hear their calling (3) let people into your life who can do these things for you.












