Do you ever feel chagrin about something in your past? When we were care givers for an elderly man, two seminary students lived with us and helped with things. I cooked for everyone each evening and requested that the guys let me know if they weren't going to be there for dinner so I could plan and cook accordingly. They weren't too good at complying with my request and it irritated me--even stressed me out a bit.
Looking back I ask, "Why?" Was it a desire to be in control? I didn't want to waste food, but, for goodness sake, we love left-overs anyway. What was the big deal? Years later I feel--maybe better words than chagrin--regret and remorse.
Over the years we've had houseguests that I don't know. "Strangers at our gate."
Well-known religious statesmen, former criminals, college students, friends of friends
passing through, and more. In my younger days I used to fuss and
feel uncomfortable and stress about meals and how it would all work.
Needless worry. Lesson learned over and over. Scripture from Hebrews 2 talks about angels:
"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained
angels without knowing it."
Each and every stranger at our gate was a delight.
Each one enriched our lives far more than the food and shelter we gave them.
One man I actually thought might be a true "angel in disguise."
So next week when two seminary students from far-off knock at our door to live with us
and attend a week-long concentrated course, I will welcome them with joy and cook for them
with pleasure. And enjoy leftovers if there are any!