A stranger walked towards our house. He was different than me. I immediately had to push away judgement and fear. Why is that? I hate that. But it was true. I greeted him with a smile and said hello. He shared that he wanted to work for some money so he could buy some food. Part of me wanted to run inside and lock the door. But the Spirit reminded me this was an opportunity. An opportunity that I have asked for. I knew I did not have any cash so I asked him to return in a little while when my husband got home. A little time past and he came back right as we were about to eat dinner. My husband invited him in.
I have been praying through Isaiah 58. Last night we got to see what Isaiah 58:7 looks like to "divide your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house". It was new. Strange. Different. Life giving. Our four year old cried in his room. His little mind was having a hard time processing why someone who looked different than us was at our table. It was so amazing to help his little mind process through all of that. We prayed together and joined our dinner guest.
We just had small talk. Nothing super deep or spiritual. But I felt honored. "Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me" (Mt. 25:40).
I hope our guest comes back.