If I may I'd like to give my perspective. Only a few years ago I was a homeless heroin addict. I had been high for days and hadn't eaten. At the community bulletin board there was a flier for a free potluck open to the public. So I went. Needle tracks up my arms, open sores, glassy eyed, hadn't showered in weeks, wearing filthy rags. At that potluck I was shown love and respect I didn't deserve. At that potluck I started my journey to salvation, kicking the habit, and living a normal life. If that potluck hadn't been free and open to the public it's nearly certain I would have become a statistic. Just another junkie dead from an overdose. Now, if you charge for your potlucks and don't make them open to the public how could you expect to save someone like me? Would you have turned me away? Would you have given me a plate to eat outside and ignored me? Just something to think about. It's because of my experiences that I do my best to reach the bottom of society. About the only time I spoke up in my new church was to ask the potlucks be open to the public, and I print the fliers out of my own pocket. Post them myself too. We get a hungry person now and then. Hungry physically, and hungry spiritually.