As we started meeting together regularly, each couple took a turn hosting the evening. We found ourselves sitting in beautiful homes, eating the most delicious food, and as wonderful as our time was together, I got more and more intimidated to host.
If you know me well, you know I love hospitality. Neil and I both want our home to be a place where people feel welcome and loved. I get a great deal of joy out of preparing and serving meals for others. And for some reason, when the time approached where I would normally eagerly volunteer to host I held back. I waited for others to offer their home. I didn't want to invite these people, who I have grown to love and trust, into my home.
I had allowed my joy in hospitality to be hijacked by fear, comparison, and worldly standards.
Last year, I had the privilege of taking a trip to Israel with the Forge. One of my favorite "sites" was our trip to visit the Negev Bedouin People. It was a lesson in hospitality.
- Hospitality paints a picture of the hospitality of Christ. In the summer time at Pine Cove, when we welcome a kid in and we don’t just shrug and say hey. We hug. We jump up and down. We go out of our way. This is done to create a hunger for God in those we welcome. And isn’t that how he welcomed us from the outside? He embraced us when we were enemies. Outsiders. He sacrificed and went out of His way for us to make us a part of the family of God.