There once was a man who attended my church. He was a very outspoken fellow. His name was Matt F. He never complained about himself much. He always made it sound as though he was content living in a van he mostly had parked by the river in town. He wasn’t ashamed. He’s let everyone know. With that said, he would always push for people to do better even if they were a doctor or a CEO of a big company. He’d say something along the lines of “if you don’t get motivated, you’ll live in a van down by the river” or something like that. I could never understand why he never became a deacon or a pastor. His loud directness would definitely have made him an effective televangelist. Nobody’s heard from him lately though. I wonder if he still lives in that van. Now that I think about it, he was really chunky. I wonder if he still lives in that van
Him attending a church potluck.
Oh goodness look at me ramble on. That said, living in a van is nothing to be ashamed about whether it’s in a Walmart parking lot or down by the river.