'Meeting Jesus in the ghetto' is how someone put it once, but I can't remember who.
Nothing innovative about this, but the important point made in one of the comments about meeting Jesus when we engage with the underside of life reminded me of this:
I was hungry and you gave me something to eat,
I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,
I was a stranger and you invited me in,
I needed clothes and you clothed me,
I was sick and you looked after me,
I was in prison and you came to visit me...
...whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." (Matthew 25:31-46)