so we open our homes.
Sure, sometimes with a huff and a puff. A ‘have we got enough?’ A nagging feeling that Netflix might have on something we fancy.
But we press on, week after week, year in, year out.
“Hey, there’s a few of us having dinner at my place on Tuesday… do you want in?”
It’s our practice. We follow the One who came eating and drinking, who lived amongst us and prepares a place for us.
He’s opened our hearts, so we open our homes.