He clearly didn’t fit in. His clothes were less-than clean; his hair less-than combed. His vocabulary was salty and education hadn’t been one of his closer friends. Whenever he opened his mouth, it became immediately apparent that he wasn’t from around here. His accent alone was enough to set him apart. But there it was: the sign said, “Everyone welcome.” He probably wondered what that meant. Perhaps he pondered whether everyone meant everyone. This week: What does it mean to be welcoming when someone clearly doesn’t fit in?