Romans 14:1-13
Matthew 10: 40-42
While traveling through Northern Ireland to research for her book Siobhan Garrigan visited a Presbyterian Church one Sunday morning. When she first walked into the doors she was pleasantly surprised to be immediately greeted by two women right as she walked in. Not only did these women say hello but they also invited her into conversation. First they asked her for her name, and then they asked if there was anyone with her and what their first names were. Siobhan thought it was a bit intrusive at first but then though maybe that’s the way they do church in Ireland. So she was taken to her seat towards the back (where most new people like to sit). As she was waiting for service to begin she could hear the women greet other folks as they came through the doors of the church. It was the same greeting she got, what is your name, are there people with you, what are their names? But eventually Siobhan noticed something disturbing. The people with Protestant names such as Erin, Ronan and Shannon were warmly welcomed and taken to their seats but the people with the Catholic names, the Marias, the Catherines and the Patricks were told that they were in the wrong church and sent away. (1)
It is offensive for us to hear about that kind of behavior. How could a church who claims discipleship in Christ act so unchristian? Extending hospitality, especially to the stranger is one of the most important commandments of us in the scripture. Why within this church we have welcomed all kinds of people into our worshiping community and we celebrate those differences. You all come from different walks of life, have had different religious backgrounds and experiences, live in different economic situations and come from all kinds of family configurations. We are part of United Church of Christ, a denomination that calls itself a people of extravagant welcome and radical hospitality. This welcome is not only a matter of opening the doors of our congregations. It is also commitment to make the world a more hospitable place for all God’s children, be it advocating for immigration rights or hosting evacuees from the earth quake in Haiti.
Apprehension towards people who are different from ourselves is a natural thing. We feel most comfortable with people who look like us, talk like us, whose ways and customs are similar to ours and who live in the same ways we do. Practicing radical hospitality is a risky thing because we make ourselves vulnerable anytime we are relate with someone whose ways are different from our ways.
Several years ago I was called by Small City Church to be their associate pastor and the director of their cold weather shelter which houses homeless men and women during the coldest winter months. This call was a bit of a stretch for me because this was a wet shelter. Most shelters will not let people who are intoxicated stay the night which is good because it keeps the residents safe and on their programs. However there were homeless people who suffered from addiction who couldn’t stay in these dry shelters and they were literally dying in the streets. Small City Church saw the gap and filled it by opening it’s Christian Education wing to provide radical hospitality to these men and women that other shelters were unable to house. My previous work experience had been in a shelter that housed families with children. In the shelter in Small City, I was going to be working with people in various states of intoxication and bizarre mental conditions. I was going to be working with street people. Quite overwhelming thing for this middle class Midwestern girl to embark on. When I told her about what I would be doing, my mom begged not to take the call. She was worried that her beloved daughter would be harmed by some crazy homeless person. It’s one thing to work with homeless families with children but another to work with a bunch of skid row bums and crazies according to my mother.
“Why can’t you work in a nice church like other normal pastors do?” She asked. And I told her “because you did not raise your daughter to be normal, so why would I be a ‘normal pastor.’” You see my call was leading me to the caring for the least of these, those whom the world had given up on. Someone needed to extend radical hospitality to these men and women in the midst of their struggles and God was trusting me to do it.
Working in that shelter was a life changing experience for me because of the people I met there. They allowed me to minister to them, but in many ways they ministered to me. I found that many of these folks had a deep and abiding faith that seemed childlike and naive in comparison to my more rationally based faith. These people had nothing and so all they had to rely on God. I had more requests for Bibles from the shelter residents then I did from the people in the pews. These folk were not shy about testifying their faith with me and each other because they were not silenced by the rules of polite society that keep people from openly discussing religion or politics.
I learned a lot about religion from these folks. I’ve also learned about radical hospitality from these folks as well. Like one night a person came to the shelter soaking wet from the rain and did not have a dry set of clothes to change into. The other guests gave what they could to him so that their friend would not have to sleep in wet clothes. One evening one of the guests over heard one of the volunteers telling me that she didn’t have time to eat supper that night. That guest walked over to our table and gave her his last granola bar so she wouldn’t have to work hungry that night.
Jesus says, “Whoever welcomes you welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes to one who sent me.” That is so true because every time I welcomed someone into the shelter I would see the face of Christ in their face. I would have missed so many opportunities of spiritual witness if fear got in the way extending radical hospitality.
“And whoever gives even a cup of cold water to one of the little ones in the name of a disciple—truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward.”
May it be so.
Amen
(1) William Goettler "Matthew 10: 40-42. Pastoral Perspective" Feasting on the Word, 192




