Today I listened to a story told by Mike Donehey from the band Tenth Avenue North. He talked about how hospitable his father was. At one point he tested this hospitality when he was in college and told his friends that if they ever needed a place to stay, they would be welcome at his parents’ home. One night a band he knew who had been travelling asked if they were still able to stay at their house, but they wouldn’t be there until 3:00 am. The young man called his dad who asked if they liked chicken and fish. When the 9 young men arrived, they found the father outside with a headlamp on grilling chicken and fish for them. He had never even met his guests before, but wanted to make sure they were fed. The young man who told the story said that he was so blessed to have a father like him, because he made it easier to understand our loving God. It was such a good story of faith, love, and hospitality.

I Found God today in a story of extreme hospitality.