Serving Others With Hospitality
Updated: Mar 4
I encountered hospitality from a family recently which left me speechless. My heart was so full of love, joy and contentment, I thought it might burst. I thought about it for days after. I was wrapped in love that reminded me of Jesus. I was invited and welcomed into their home on a Sunday afternoon. We had a lovely day of food, laughter, card playing, conversation....fun. As I got more comfortable, I filled my lunch plate and said, "I hope you don't mind me making myself at home". I was answered with, "there is no higher compliment". There is no higher compliment than my making myself at home, in their home.....I hadn't thought about that before.
Hospitality is something I struggle with. I don't feel I possess the ability to welcome people in such a way that makes them feel at home. Of course, everyone is welcome through my door. True hospitality comes when you take it a step further. When you lay the food out on the table, and sit with pleasant conversation in such a way that makes you forget about your list of daily demands and stresses in your life. When you are in the moment, relaxed and content. Enjoying everyone and everything around you. There you find hospitality that draws people to the spirit, the kind of hospitality that reminds you of Jesus' love.
It reminds me of the words in Acts 2:46 - "They worshiped together at the Temple each day, met in homes for the Lord's Supper, and shared their meals with great joy and generosity."
I strive to be more like those amazing, kind, people, who so graciously opened their home to me and showed me love. These thoughts of hospitality eventually provoked thoughts of how I serve. Do I serve the way Jesus did, without complaint? Do I give with a joyful heart? I've realized this is an area I have PLENTY of room to grow!
I am grateful for those around me who lead by example. Those who take me as I am. Those who love me even though I have made mistakes and missteps along the way. I surround myself with those people, Godly people. We are called to be Jesus hands and feet, it is those hands that catch me when I fall.
I will remember Jesus the next time I open my door in hospitality, and do so with a joyful and giving heart.