And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins. Use hospitality one to another without grudging I Peter 4:8-9
If you were to ask me the top five things I struggle with in my life patience would definitely rank in the top five. I am not sure why, but I definitely struggle with patience. Although, with that said, I can see a difference in the amount of patience I have now in comparison with only a few years ago. Things like my children teach me patience. Things like my husband teach me patience (I'm smiling on the inside).
On my way home yesterday, I turned the radio on and caught the end of a little devotional that one of the lady deejays does and she was saying, “OK ladies, now go home and be friendly to your families.”
Ouch! Had she been in my home just a few hours earlier? “Friendly” was far from the way I had acted toward my brood. Unkind? Yes. Snippy? Certainly. Even caustic and cutting? Well, if I were honest, I’d have to give a resounding yes.
Just what made this Jesus-professing mama behave in such an un-Christ-like manner earlier that day? Had someone acted rudely toward me? Did my kids disrespect me or my husband utter something hurtful? Just what pushed my interior emotional buttons and sent me verbally over the edge?
Soiled socks. Smeared strawberry jam. Trailing bread crumbs. Dirty silverware and plates. And notebooks.
Oh, it wasn’t just the presence of these items that sent ugly words soaring out of my mouth. It was the fact that, just moments earlier, I had spent vast time and great effort getting our house spic-and-span clean. That meant a living room free of clutter, kitchen counters and tables wiped, all floors swept and surfaces dusted. I wanted the house tidied up so my husband, kids, and I could just relax when we all got back home.
Then, in the short time it took to get dressed, fix my hair, apply a dab of make-up and grab my purse, my kiddos had, in my eyes, completely undone all my hard work! They’d whipped off their pj’s, made toast slathered with strawberry jam and strewn their old homework and Sunday school lessons all over the place. It made my mama blood boil and resulted in feisty, not friendly words.
I was working on a blog on hospitality at the time and had been unpacking today’s key verse for my readers. I wanted to drive home the fact that hospitality—using our homes and lives as avenues of God’s care for others—and love—the sacrificial placing of another human being above yourself—are closely connected. And, the most important element, we must both love and offer hospitality to others without grumbling. You know, be friendly!
Now, for the most part, aren’t we able to do that when we have guests in our home? We smile and serve and really don’t get upset at crumbs and such. We happily wipe them up. Why is this so? And on a grander scale, why do we find it much easier to be friendly to complete strangers than to our own flesh and blood? Do our tempers stay in check with the grocery store cashier or even the dentist?
Why is it so easy to snap at our kids, give our husbands the cold shoulder, or roll our eyes at a dear family member, but remain gracious with those we meet in public, even when they do something that really grinds us?
I fear that many of us live the same contradiction in our daily lives. And just what lasting pictures are our cherished children depositing into their memory banks? “Mom held it together when the dry cleaners completely ruined her favorite sweater, but she yelled at me for accidentally spilling grape juice on the floor.” That is one of my worst fears. I never wont my babies to be able to say that I lived two different lives. I’ve recently witnessed the heartache, that this kind of lifestyle, can cause to children, no matter how old they get.
Perhaps it is time to offer some friendly hospitality to the members of our own home; to keep our tempers in check and our grumbling at bay; to let perfect love wash over a multitude of sins. Not the jelly-smeared, crumb-laden kind, but the hideous-word-hurling, mama-mouthed variety.
May we Jesus-lovin’ women choose to hesitate before we hurl. Rather than feisty, may we be friendly instead.
Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another Romans 12:9-10