Welcome Strangers To Your Home

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Being merciful and kind is always risky. We all want to help until it inconveniences us. We all want to love but stop when it's not returned to us. We all want to be Christ-like but stop when we have to bend and wash someone's feet. It's hard but we are called to love those who hate us and loving strangers is a good place to start. 
    And so welcome strangers to your home. 
Let them come in and ask them to make themselves comfortable. 
Ask them their names. 
Take their coats. 
Take their burdens. 
Tell them,
 "You can lay down. 
Rest your eyes
Till you can see the light. 
Take a little nap. 
Have a little food. 
I am here for you. 
Rest, you can rest on my shoulder. 
You are safe here"
         They are ordinary words but very hard to say to a stranger. It's very hard to have a sacrificial love for someone. But what is love if not for sacrifices? So, love without conditions and love without restraint for whoever knows how to love, knows God.
  Welcome strangers to your home. 

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