Hospitality

by Apr 28, 2017Article, Community, Prayer Newsletter

Hospitality

And Jesus answered and said to her, “Martha, Martha you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her.”

Luke 10:41-42

The thought of hospitality makes me feel warm & fuzzy. But if I’m being honest, it also makes me feel anxious and nervous. Here’s my ideal vision: friends gather around our table with wonderful homemade food. Laughter and conversation flow freely. James Taylor plays in the background. Windows are open, children are laughing, and the dog is snoozing nearby. Yet, my reality is typically me running around like a crazy lady cleaning, fluffing, filling up a grocery bag with all the papers and shoving it somewhere out of sight. Piles of shoes are ordered back to their owner’s bedrooms. “Why do we have so many shoes?!” I angrily think, fully aware that I am the person who bought them. I arrange fresh towels, maybe even fresh flowers….yes, that’s perfect. I have to make myself stop and remember my friends, family, neighbors, co-workers aren’t coming to see my home. They are coming to see me. They are coming to spend time with my family. My kids aren’t robots, they may be cute and fun, or maybe not. They may be laughing but they’ll probably also be arguing. The dog most likely will be perched right next to the one guest with allergies.
Lord, help us to remember that true hospitality is focusing on that one good part. Let us be people who care more about the heart than anything else. Remind us what is really important and help us to bravely open our homes to others while cherishing our family at the same time.

Also, news flash, it’s no surprise that my family actually LIVES here in my home. Yet why do I labor under the pretense that “this is how we live”?? Yes, we have papers and shoes by the doors and a million hoodies. Guess what? So does everyone else.

I was thinking this morning about Jesus and the fact that during his ministry a shared meal was important. Something connects with our souls at the breaking of bread. Here’s what jolted me. Jesus didn’t have a home during his ministry. He did the sharing of meals in other people’s homes. This is how low on his list his dwelling place was. Outside appearances ranked absolutely dead last.

I’m all for creating a comfortable, cozy home for my family, but my home can’t take priority over my heart. I can’t lose sight that the people I care the most about actually live here. They are whom my home should be serving.

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