In my tradition
wrong or right
we teach one another to
invite Jesus into your heart
into your life.
(Though it might be better said
that Jesus invites us all into His life
is a blog post for another time.)
Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. ~Luke 10:38
Hospitality was the first virtue of Christendom.
It is really quite simple.
Make the stranger feel at home in your home. Put the tired traveler at ease.
But today we are terrified. Paranoid. Worried over many things.
All the doors are bolted; even the ones to our heart.
Convinced that the stranger is only after what is ours we build motels and hotels for our peers
and with our imagination play “pretend like -” to create fairy tale make believe shelters big enough for all the homeless people where taxes and charities and 1 per centers dig deep to provide food, clothes, showers. Then sleep easy in our dreamland.
The art and practice of hospitality has been lost.
the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. ~Luke 10:41
The service of hospitality.
All that was needed was for one to welcome Jesus into their home: this is heart and life.
Welcomed into the vault where we lock up all our treasures.
A beautiful sentiment lost on a generation far away from all things hospitable.
Because, how do we tell ourselves: our friends and children
Invite Jesus into your heart! Welcome Jesus into your life!
when we no longer know how to entertain a guest? what to do with the stranger?
They have no idea what inviting anyone into their life should look like.
Would Jesus even feel comfortable in your life?
Does He feel “in the way”? A bother? “Asking too much?”
How often is this guest attended to, and what is not provided or offered because of the silent politeness of the visitor?
What would a heart and life look like if we actually tried to make Jesus “feel at home”.
I think we’ve left Jesus on the front porch.
“Don’t worry. It’s screened-in. The mosquitos won’t get him.”
“We’ll bring him some iced tea and a few magazines.”
“Make yourself at home” isn’t hospitable. It’s neglect with a polite smile.
She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying…”there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.” ~ Luke 10:39,42