Last night, I was walking on the Prairie Path west of Chicago. I saw a portable toilet. The door wouldn't open. Then a drunk and very angry man screamed through the door, "Leave me alone!"
On my way back an hour later I tried it again and he yelled, "What's wrong with you?" Since this is Chicago rather than Bowen Road in Hong Kong, I beat a hasty retreat. It turns out he was a homeless person seeking refuge for the night.
Why would anyone live in a toilet? It got me thinking about my spiritual life. Why would anyone choose to be spiritually homeless, seeking shelter in all the wrong places? God offers us, through Christ, a spiritual home. Why settle for less?