Romans 10:11-13: 11 For the Scripture says, “Whoever believes on Him will not be put to shame.” 12 For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek, for the same Lord over all is rich to all who call upon Him. 13 For “whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.” Whoever calls on God’s name will be saved. It doesn’t say, only those who have a certain amount of money, it doesn’t say only those that make less than a certain amount of money. It doesn’t say only those that come to church dressed in a certain manner. It doesn’t say only those who pay their tithes. There are scriptures that say we are to help the poor. Psalms 72:12: He will rescue the poor when they cry to him; he will help the oppressed, who have no one to defend them. Job 31:18: No, from childhood I have cared for orphans like a father, and all my life I have cared for widows. I could go on, the point is Salvation is for every single person on the planet. I know that there are what I like to call Christian snobs, I know I used to be one. It is rather sad, because I used to be the poor person. As a young adult, I would wonder into church in short shorts and a tore up t-shirt. There was a church on the campus of our college. Most of the time the priest or pastor was very friendly- sometimes a little too friendly. At least that is how it appeared in my mind. But I was never turned away- okay, one church did turn me away- called me some really nasty names and told me to get off drugs. Nothing was further than the truth than those names. I was not a lady of the evening. I did not have a clue about drugs. The problem is that was a church that is supposedly known for helping people and they turned me away as if I were a disease. See the day I approached that church, I had been kicked out of my house because they did not believe me when I said I broke up with the crappy boyfriend. I was told break up with him or get out and was thrown out with just the clothes on my back and my bicycle. Oh and the stuff in my back pack. I wore these tiny shorts to ride my bike up hill. It was raining, and I had been crying; so I looked a mess when I arrived at that church asking for help. I had never been on my own before and did not have a clue what to do. On that day when they turned me away, I figured that God was not what I thought and it took me years to return. I did not want anything to do with a God that would turn away a young girl. But it was not God that turned me away, it was men evil thinking men. God is always there with open arms. God is always waiting for us. The question is this- Would you have turned me away?