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Radical Hospitality Part 2

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Sometimes there are stories in your history that you’ve forgotten. Here’s a gem from my mom that left an impression on her.  Undoubtably, it shaped my story too.

Radical Hospitality…Good term.

Let me remind you of an instance of that for your Dad and me.
We stopped in Red Deer to see some old friends from my high school days. I called from a pay phone in town to say we were there and would love to see them. My friend’s husband then asked if we knew the way to their place and did we want supper and to spend the night? He drove over to guide us home and his first words were,”Oh. It’s you folks! Good.” He had missed hearing our name and didn’t know who he was asking over! I always thought that was amazing hospitality!

What would your first reaction be if you got that phone call?

How would you feel if you were the ones escorted in?

What difference does it make to be brought to, rather than just sent to?

#radhospitality – what are your stories and quotes on hospitality?

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Author: Robb Massey

I'm a husband, dad, pastor and a coach. I love following Jesus, riding my bike and having fun with my family. We live in wonderful Winnipeg, Manitoba in the prairie heartland of Canada

2 thoughts on “Radical Hospitality Part 2

  1. Here’s our story on hospitality. We live on a small road with a house next to us but not right on top of us and a house across the road. A couple of years ago I noticed a car on the road stopped by the other 2 houses, he had the hood of his car up and it was raining. I told my husband that maybe he should go out to see what is wrong (if it has a motor, my husband loves to fix it). No one was coming out from the other houses to help this young man. Before the husband went out, a knock on the door to use our phone to call AAA. They wouldn’t be here for hours so to make a long story short, his car was rolled into our garage and Rick had a roast beef dinner with us, luckily I had made plenty for dinner. (I hate to cook). My husband got the car running and they took it to a garage, in the mean time 2 more of Rick’s friends from the city came to bring him home. So that afternoon and evening we entertained 3 total strangers and “the angels rejoiced”. A week later Rick and his girlfriend stopped by on their way back home again and brought a big platter of homemade cookies. The best gift, new friends and homemade cookies. Praise be to God!

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