Tuesday, February 10, 2015

The Blessing, Stressing, and Plain-Old Impressing of Hospitality


Out of my life’s story…

         As some of you may already know, Jeff and I have recently been looking for houses to buy here in Lynchburg. We go through phases of daily searching, searching, searching Zillow and the local MLS; email-conversing on and off with a local realtor; attending open houses (ok, so we went to one already…hah); and spending many, many, many a Saturday mornings and/or afternoons going on scouting adventures and participating in our own concoction of neighborhood-watch parties (a.k.a. driving around-and-around the neighborhood to see if it “feels safe” to one day live there… We’ve actually gotten fairly good at reading each other’s queues on this one. We’ve done this so often that we’ve gotten to the point where no words need to be said to one another. Just one look, or one quick lock of the car doors, signals that we most likely will not be buying in that particular neighborhood.)

         With all said, we truly go back and forth on this idea of buying a house. On some days, we do all of the aforementioned activities (reasoning that our family is quickly outgrowing our 2 bedroom apartment), and we are hopeful that something – not just anything, but that one special place – will show up for us. On other days, we look around our quaint-little-apartment place, compare it with all the places we don’t want to live, creatively look for ways to “make it work” where we are, and resolve to be content.

         On many occasions, Jeff and I have stopped ourselves in the midst of the process and asked ourselves some deep-down-honest questions. What exactly do we want to buy a house for? As we explore this question in conversation together, we always default to this: we so want to use our God-given resources for God-glorifying ministry. With that as our foundation, we go on to discuss out and dream up all the possibilities of what that may look like on a practical scale. Buy a townhouse to rent at a discounted rate to seminary students or a ministry-minded young family, should we ever leave the Lynchburg area? Buy a house with a big, open floor plan and use the extra space to be a blessing of hospitality to those we know and to invite over some extras that we have yet to get-to-know. ? Buy a house with extra bedroom/bathroom and invite a missionary family on leave to come stay/live with us for a certain period of time? (I’m sure the time we spend together would be a mutual give-and-take blessing.) As you can see, the possibilities are truly endless.

         One day, I made a remark – something along the lines of waiting to get a new house in order to be hospitable – and my sweet man corrected me on that line of thought. He gently reminded me that we don’t need a house to be faithful in the area of hospitality or personal ministry and that we should be careful to be faithful in those areas right now, right here, in our little ole’ apartment.

         When my husband made those comments to me, I doubt he intended them to be profound. I think he was just making an honest observation and sharing his heart with me on the matter. But after taking in his line of reasoning, I began to think more and more about it…

         No matter the geographical location or amount of space Jeff and I have to call our “house,” I soon realized that a “house” is simply a tool. A venue. A set of materials that God provides for a certain time/place/space in our lives for us to use to minister to others. Quite different and yet deeper still, our “home” is the environment, the culture, the pace/tone we set of loving and accepting others God places into our path – and that, my friend, can truly be anywhere, if we are open and ready to see and seize the opportunities that lie all around us (and oftentimes, right in front of our very eyes!).

         In essence, through the process of house-hunting, I’m not only getting exposed to certain places of town that no one should live in (ever), but I’m also learning valuable lessons about contentment and starting/cultivating a ministry of hospitality exactly where I am. And exactly right now. (Ok, so who wants to come over at 6 for dinner tonight?)

         Most of all, I’m learning that a townhouse. A house. Our apartment. Any structure that houses an able and willing heart will do. For it’s not the structure, but the contents of the structure that matters. Namely, the character and compassion of its residents that matter the most.

Out of my life’s story… and into yours.

With all said, let me bring some practical application into all the madness-that-is-my-long-narrative-storytelling:

         Not long after that conversation with Jeff, I read an article from a Christian magazine on home décor that confirmed that what he was telling me was oh-so-true. One phrase in the entire article particularly jumped out at me. It read, “Does your home bless or just impress?” (source: SetApartGirl magazine)

{Note: the use of the word
“home” versus “house,”
see above for more details
concerning the difference
between the two :) }

Some back-story to-explain-the-point: When I used to tutor first graders in reading and then went on to teach fourth graders for six years, I remember sometimes introducing new words in groups or in what we would call “families.” So, in due fashion, let me introduce three words (concerning hospitality) in a word “family” to you. They are as follows:

-Blessing

-Stressing

-Impressing

Not only do these three words have similar endings, but they’re also grouped in a word “family” together because much like a family, these three words often travel together.

To explain, let me ask you this: When you’re getting ready to host a big social event in your home, or you’re even just preparing to have a handful of guests/friends in your home, which of these three words strikes you the most?

Do you automatically see the opportunity as a blessing to minister to those people God has placed in your life?

Do you automatically start stressing at the idea/thought of all the work to get done around the house, the amount of cleaning and preparing required, the extent/style/beauty of décor around the house, the temperature/smell/lighting/ambiance, the quality of the home-cooked meal you’re slaving over, the quantity of conversations-to-be-had, etc? (Can you tell how my mind races, traces, and retraces over these kinds of thoughts as well?)

Do you automatically kick into impressing mode, pulling out all the cloth napkins, finest china, etc.? (Ok, maybe that’s not your style and that’s okay, but let me ask you this: Do you prepare more for guests, so that they feel more special and welcomed in your home than your family does on a regular basis? Let. That. One. Sink. In. For just a moment.)

{No one needs me or anyone else to tell them this, but we all sometimes need that gentle reminder that hospitality-of-the-heart should start in our homes with those that frequent it the most often (a.k.a. our families). Anything we do for our guests should be a simple extension of that, not a replacement for or a one-upper of that. If you’re anything like me, we have some work to do in this area.}

         With all said, take some inventory of where you stand on this issue, where you could change, and how your improvement in this area could be most pleasing to the Lord while simultaneously being the biggest blessing to those relationships and friendships that God has graciously entrusted into your life, friendship, and care.

         An older, wiser friend of mine once shared a quote with me that went something like this: “If you came to see my house, make an appointment. If you came to see me, come right on in!” And that, in my mind, pretty much encapsulates it all. Take the stressing and impressing right out of the idea of hospitality, and what are you left with? Blessing. Exactly what God intended it to be all along. No matter what kind of house you live in, start today by cultivating a home that longs to bless others in the same fashion God has so richly blessed you and yours.


         If you’ve made it to the end of reading this incredibly long blog and want to challenge me in this area, invite yourself over to dinner one night soon. I pray our time together will be a mutual blessing for all involved. :) And don't worry, I'll be sure to return the favor and opportunity to growth for you as well. ;)