Offer hospitality to one another without
grumbling.
(I Peter 4:9)
This is one of the subjects I knew I'd
face when talking about how we're to treat one another: Hospitality. Ugh.
Making people feel at home in my home, my life, my chaos. It's not neat. It's
not pretty. It's not even as clean as it should be. It's better and worse than
it used to be. Dad is more uncomfortable around people, especially strangers,
than he used to be, but at least now when the dog jumps on you, it's aggressively
friendliness. I don't grumble about offering hospitality, I cringe and hide so
that no one asks.
As I think about hospitality, Mary,
Martha and Lazarus come to mind. You probably know the story. Jesus and His
disciples showed up, Martha got overwhelmed with the hostess responsibilities
and complained to Jesus (why not Lazarus?) about Mary not helping and got
chided for having her focus wrong. I'm Martha. I'd like to be Mary, but
it's hard when everything seems to be up
to me. It's easy to be distracted by wanting approval and admiration when you
are trying to love.
When
it comes to being hospitable, I think some great lessons can be learned beyond
the often repeated "stop being a Martha, be a Mary." The first is
that they very likely weren't as concerned about everything being clean enough
for a health department inspection or neat enough to impress Martha Stewart. Quite
probably, they didn't have all the clutter around their home that I have around
mine, but I doubt it was a showcase home. The point was not the home. The point
was not the food. Those things are necessary but not the focus.
Perhaps more importantly, there were
at least three people hosting this party. They were apparently wealthy enough
they might have had servants. I'm not sure they divided their responsibilities
quite as I would have, but if you're a solo act, hospitality is harder. If
people just drop in, there's not much that can be done, but I'm thinking that
if I ever do invite people over, someone is going to be recruited to be Lazarus
and someone else to be Mary. At least then if I fail, it will only be with regard
to Martha's duties, not those of all three.
It
doesn't seem to me that I'll be ready to host people in my home any time soon,
because doing so would make things difficult for my father. That doesn't mean I
can't be hospitable elsewhere, as part of someone else's team. I think perhaps
I could be a Martha, or help a Martha, and thereby learn to be part of a
hospitable team - which would undoubtedly help prepare me for the someday when
the venue is mine.
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