The spaces we have called “home” over the past year haven’t been the adult-dream of a home, and I have used that as my excuse to close my doors. Home has actually been Grandmother Beth’s back bedroom. We then transitioned into a 600-square foot “carriage house”, sans dishwasher, washer, dryer, etc. It’s felt a little like living in limbo, and a lot like “I need some organizational skills”.
I have a running list in my head of whom I want to have over and what kind of food I want to serve “when we move in the real house”. But finally one day I got tired of resisting an innate urge I knew was of God - to serve the basic needs of people in the form of a meal. And finally I stopped resisting the nudges to open my home.
Inviting people into our home has looked like folding tables and office chairs loaned by our neighbor, and it’s looked like dishes piled miles high because there is no dishwasher, and I don’t use paper plates. It’s looked like 8 people squished together in our makeshift dining space. But bread has been broken, life has been shared, and I have experienced Jesus’ joy in a new way. I’ve learned hospitality isn’t what you own or where you live, it’s a matter of the heart.
- Read 1 Peter 4:9-11 and Matthew 14:15-20.
- Both speak about serving others with what you have. How has Jesus equipped your heart, you talents, and your resources to serve the needs of those in your community?
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