I was first introduced to grits in Germany. If you’re like most people, that surprises you. Folks don’t expect to find Southern comfort food in Bavaria, but it’s true. I was traveling through Europe with the Harding University A Cappella Chorus and stayed one night with an American Army family. The couple was from Tennessee, and I guess the wife figured that I needed some down-home cooking. And that’s how I learned to love grits.
It’s a great joy to travel and share in the homes of Christians, no matter where you find yourself. It’s also a blessing to open your arms and living rooms to brothers and sisters that you’ve never met before. We know intellectually that the family of God is not bound by the borders of our community, but when we have an opportunity to show hospitality to Christian brothers, we really get to experience it. We learn first-hand that there are no strangers in Christ, only friends that we don’t yet know.
Hospitality is a mark of Christian fellowship. It demonstrates that we are genuine. The apostle John called out a haughty fellow named Diotrephes because “he refuses to welcome the brothers, and also stops those who want to.” That’s not the kind of reputation the Church should want. No, we must love to love and outdo one another in showing generosity. After all, some of you are going to be mighty surprised when you stand before God and discover that you’ve “entertained angels unawares.”
That’s something to think about.