“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it.”–Hebrews 13:2
Last summer, Lori and I took our adult children, their spouses, and our four grandchildren on a vacation to Vermont. We always enjoy visiting new places and this time found a rental near Woodstock. On the first morning, four of us headed out for a walk. Soon, our daughter-in-law decided to pick up the pace and took off for a run, leaving Lori, our daughter and me to explore on foot. We headed to the river and walked across one of the state’s iconic covered bridges.
We had been out about 45 minutes when my companions said they wanted to head back to the house. I decided to keep walking and after completing a loop around a street bordering the river headed back across the bridge and up the hill toward our rental. I had not paid close attention to the route earlier, but knew that our house was off this road. I turned left on the first side street and quickly realized it didn’t look familiar, returned to the main road, climbed some more and took the next one on the left. It, too, turned out to be the wrong one. I continued up the hill, knowing the house had to be close. After a half-hour, I gave up. Having shown once again that I have no sense of direction, my circumstance was complicated by the fact I had not brought my cell phone and wasn’t sure of the house address. This former Eagle Scout was tired and lost.
I then noticed two houses at the top of a steep driveway. I walked up to one that had two cars outside, climbed onto the side porch and rang the doorbell. I moved back down the steps as one young woman and then another one named Christine came to the door. I explained my situation and expressed concern that my family would be worried. Could one of them make a call? Christine smiled and said “That sounds just like something my father would do!” Accepting her offer of a phone, I dialed Lori’s number, but got no response. Christine looked up the neighborhood on a Google map and soon figured out the road I needed. I had gone left when I should have turned right. “Let me drive you there,” she offered. I demurred and suggested we try FaceTime. That effort got no response either. Christine repeated the offer to drive me, adding “Let me do the Vermont thing and take you.” I relented, and a few minutes later, she dropped me off at our house and walked inside only to discover that my family wasn’t worried at all!
Hospitality is a frequent theme in the Bible. It reflects an essential expectation in the world of the ancient Near East and part of Jesus’ instruction as well. In our own time, though, such instincts can be muted by voices that say “be careful.” We lock our doors and rely on security cameras. We teach our children not to talk to strangers and look over our shoulder when walking in unfamiliar places. We hesitate when individuals ask us for help at the stoplight or on a busy sidewalk. I’ve done all of those things in the past. Perhaps you have, too.
Yet the writer of Hebrews urges us to show hospitality to strangers, recalling how in the past persons doing so ended up entertaining angels without knowing it. In my case, the angel turned out to be a woman named Christine. Perhaps the next time, that angel will be you.
Great Heart of Love, we celebrate persons who have shown us the kind of hospitality you intend. Help us do the same with the strangers and fellow travelers of this world. Amen.
This reminds me of my first trip to Chapel Hill, after being accepted into their graduate program. I flew down to look for housing, fully confident that I could get a room at the Carolina Inn overnight, where I had stayed before when applying. There was no room at the Inn. My grandmother had given me the name of a friend of hers who lived in Chapel Hill, which I tucked away, seeing no reason why I would need it. But I figured I could ask her for some advice. This was way before cell phones, so I walked to the address given to me, rang the bell, she answered, and I explained my dilemma. She immediately offered her guest room for the night. I stayed there and have marveled at the trust and hospitality shown — different time (1967) and a different location (Chapel Hill instead of West Philadelphia) made a big difference.
Not sure if these are working yet, but if so…I loved this one, too! I can almost see you wandering those quiet hills and lanes. I’d add the observation that such moments are themselves blessings, aren’t they? To be a BIT lost, at least, allows you to see God’s wonders from a new lens. And this particular adventure led you to wander up Christine’s steep driveway to her welcoming spirit, which you’d likely not have encountered otherwise. As my son’s favorite T-shirt states, “not all who wander are lost.” Indeed, not all wanderings are a loss, either.
Nice one! Dave always forgets his cell phone too………
Jeanne
Thank you for the reminder John.
John. Sunday morning and I am reading this post while watching and listening to tremendous surf lapping the shores of Maui. I have enjoyed so much being a part of your posts and I can recount many people who have influenced the direction of my life. Thanks for thoughtful messages – around the globe. Hugs to you both. Elaine
Thank you. This message is instructive as it ask us to pay attention-and as it warns of all things considered unsafe-God shows us love. To God be the glory for this message-John.
Do the Vermont thing is a winner!! I love this!! I also had the opportunity to visit Vermont last year for a wedding. It was absolutely beautiful…and very much aligned with this story!!
Thank you for the reminder.
John, someone shared your card with me after Bill Bishop’s service on Saturday. When I got home, I read this and my thoughts immediately went to Bill. I remember coming to DPC when David was hired. It always felt a bit awkward for me as a Catholic. Bill was one of the first people to welcome me with that huge smile and hug. Of course, he followed that with some wise crack about David! As time went on, he always introduced me to someone new by saying, “Do you know that she travels all the way from New Jersey to be here!!!” This was followed by one of those hugs and a lot of laughter on everyone’s part. He always made me feel special. After listening to his sons, truly I was not the only one treated special by our hospitable angel. May we all follow in his footsteps!