As a little girl it took me forever to say, “I’m sorry.” Always have and always will have a strong spirit. It is not easily budged for the “just because,” answer. I’ve learned by working my memory “forgiving” muscles over the years the easier it is for me to vocalize an “I’m sorry.” It’s likeContinue reading “Exercising the Hospitality Muscle Memory”
Category Archives: Gracious Host
Fellowship Around the Table
At the close of the sermon today we were invited to quickly rewrite our version of Acts 2:42-47. Here was mine. You mama teach your babes how to use words, how to say sorry when you shouted. The Spirit of God comes while messy floors, tear stained cheeks turn to you and forgiveness isContinue reading “Fellowship Around the Table”
How the Hellenistic World & Present Day View the Table
Then Jesus said to his host, “When you give a luncheon or dinner, do not invite your friends, your brothers or sisters, your relatives, or your rich neighbors; if you do, they may invite you back and so you will be repaid. But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, andContinue reading “How the Hellenistic World & Present Day View the Table”
Sloppy to Special Needs
When Jesus called out to his would be disciples, “Come follow me and I will make you fishers of men,” I often forget the impact this made on themselves or their family. And as I was reading and pondering this text, something more popped out at me. It was the sloppiness of dropping it allContinue reading “Sloppy to Special Needs”
Pear Pie with Lemon-Vanilla Honey Syrup (Grain-free)
I have seen loneliness. That morning waking up to realize what I thought was a bad dream was in fact reality. It would soon play out as one of the worst years of my life to date. My dad would be in jail for the first time, I began college, my younger brother was toContinue reading “Pear Pie with Lemon-Vanilla Honey Syrup (Grain-free)”
Finding Joy in Meal Preparation
The first part was written two years ago when my oldest was just beginning physical therapy for her sensory processing, low muscle tone & gross motor delays. Worry overcame and this is me reminding myself to live mindful in the present. My heart is filled with joy when I see my little girl accomplishContinue reading “Finding Joy in Meal Preparation”
Our Tables Should Not be Stumbling Blocks
Justice, Mercy & Love with Food at our Tables The apostle Paul in his letter to the church of Corinth, wrote about eating food sacrificed to idols, which you can read more about in ‘Not All in the Name.’ He wrote about not eating the meat served to idols if it caused a brother orContinue reading “Our Tables Should Not be Stumbling Blocks”
Q&A: Redeeming the Table’s Mission & Vision
In my attempt to iron out kinks & wrinkles in my life, I’m on a constant Spring Cleaning of the inner “closet” workings of my mind. Part of that is translated into this little slice in the blogosphere, Redeeming the Table. By my very NF nature, I am always refining, asking, inquiring “Who am I?”Continue reading “Q&A: Redeeming the Table’s Mission & Vision”
Where I Have A Confession on My Hospitable Skills
going with a new banner as well
I have a confession to make. You might think I’m great at extending hospitality by reading my words, or coming into my home. But, honestly, I am a failure at it time & again. God humbles me when reading the words of Jesus preparing a breakfast of bread & fish for his friends as I recall not making the most of the opportunity I was given just the day before.
Here is Jesus with such intentionality & purpose on the shore, calling out to his friends to try the other side of the boat. Tired & worn out, they follow the words of this stranger to realize it’s their Lord. Hauling back the hefty net of fish they are welcomed to a well tended fire. Yesterday in the sermon, the visual of the well tended fire struck me the most.
Handling a Person’s Soul like a Piece of Fruit
Sitting at the table, my mom shares of the hurt, brokenness she experienced from the church body we were raised apart of. My mom is a tough lady, brooding intimidation in her former years causing tears to expel from the younger classmen on the powder puff field. Yet, with any person, only so much canContinue reading “Handling a Person’s Soul like a Piece of Fruit”
Backdoor Hospitality 