Today's lock-in has afforded me the time to catch up on my blog-reading. I do quite enough of my own blog-writing, but there are many blogs that I love to read but normally don't have the time. One of which is The Gypsy Momma (I think I love her most because she is SouthAfrican). Every week she writes Five Minute Friday, in which she takes 5 minutes to write non-stop about a topic. Normally I read her post and write my own in my head. Today I thought I'd join her . . . even though technically it's Saturday.
When speaking about Eternity, Jesus once said (Matt. 25):
I was a stranger and you welcomed me in.
I have lived on three continents, and visited all six of the inhabited ones . . . and during those voyages, I have been the blessed recipient of much 'welcome'.
To me, 'welcome' is hospitality. It's being treated like an insider . . . like family. To be shown warm community. To be made to feel like you belong, even if you've just arrived.
Jesus included 'welcome' to be of the same value to the Father as feeding the hungry and clothing the naked. Showing hospitality without reserve. Inviting a stranger to come, eat, and put his feet on the coffee table. To share the invisible embrace of 'home' in the most unlikely of places. It is near to His heart and showing it generously is considered evidence of discipleship.