#sittingwithsinners
The heart behind the table.
I'm Jennifer, just one sinner who desperately needed saving — trying to point other sinners to the one who saved me, King Jesus. #sittingwithsinners was born from my own story. I was raised in church from the age of three. But ran from God as a teenager. After several life-altering events, I turned back to who I once knew, Jesus. But this time, the Jesus I met was different from the God I had spent my adolescence fearing.
On March 25, 2012, I surrendered my life back to the Lord — and I’ve never looked back. I still attend church. I believe the church matters. But I also know this:
Buildings can't save people.
Denominations don't save people.
Religion won't save people.
Jesus can, does, and will.
For several years, I worked behind the scenes in churches across denominations, helping search for pastoral staff. And no matter the size or style, I saw something consistent:
Broken people.
Church staff struggling quietly.
Congregations hurting silently.
Lost sheep walking in desperate for healing — and sometimes walking out more wounded than when they arrived.
I understood that church leaders carry their own struggles, and I know firsthand how the enemy works relentlessly against those called to lead. Ministry is not easy, and spiritual warfare is real. What I struggled to reconcile was this: while fighting very similar battles, they harshly judged, rebuked, and abandoned those lost sheep that walked through their church doors. I knew what heartbreak from the church felt like as part of a congregation. But witnessing the brokenness behind the scenes— broke my heart even more. It was there; I realized just how loud those silent battles were. It was also there, the Lord started stirring my spirit.
How can we share the gospel with people we won’t share a table with? That question changed everything. The Lord pressed this into my heart: “It’s not your job to save them. It’s your assignment to point them to Me.” And #sittingwithsinners was born.
We were never meant to operate as a museum for the well —but as a hospital for the sick. Yet too often, the sick feel treated as contagious. I know what it feels like to walk through church doors desperately searching for the only medicine that could save me. A single mom. Covered in tattoos. Carrying shame and what felt like the weight of the world. Hoping someone would see past the outside and into the ache. Instead of open arms, I often found judgment and rejection.
So, back to the world I ran — because being out in the world felt safer than being inside the church. But here’s what I learned: You are not fast enough to outrun your Savior and If you stop running, you’ll find Jesus standing there — arms open.
Your sins are not too big.
Your mistakes do not define you.
You are not beyond redemption.
He died for you because He thought you were worth it.
So, from one sinner to another — I'd love to join you at your table.
Not to judge you. Not to fix you. Not to save you.
But to point you to the One who can.
Jesus loves you and I am trying,
Jennifer
#sittingwithsinners
How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?
And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”
ROMANS 10:14-15
