Ridiculous Hospitality
Who are the Real Christadelphians? Let me take you back a few years...
When I was in the 2nd grade at Ruby F Carver Elementary in Richmond, Virginia, I KNEW I was a Christadelphian. And I was proud of it. Not in the "nanny-nanny-boo-boo" way, but in a way that made me feel good. I knew the purpose that God had for the earth. I knew the purpose God had for my life. And I knew that all Real Christadelphians were confident (not in the unteachable way) in the same understanding.
But that's not all that made me feel this sense of pride in my Christadelphian identity. All the Real Christadelphians I knew were also Ridiculously Hospitable.
Have you met people like this? The first time you meet them, you get this sense that you've known them forever. Not the overbearing personalities that try to befriend everyone by changing their personalities to fit their present crowd. Not the folks who get trampled all over to the point you feel like they're being taken advantage of. These folks are in control, and they're heaping helpings of hospitality all over pure strangers.
(1Pe 4:9)
Use hospitality one to another without grudging.(Rom 12:13)
Share what you have...and practice hospitality.(1Ti 3:2) A bishop must be... given to hospitality...
(Tit 1:7-8)
For a bishop must be... a lover of hospitality...(1Ti 5:9-10)
Let a widow be enrolled on the list of widows only if she... showed hospitality...Are you discouraged? Don't be. Find a good Christadelphian, and even if you're a stranger, that guy or gal will make you feel more welcome, more at ease, than you feel in your own home. I mean, it's the most important relationship guideline the Bible gives us, and Christadelphians are known for knowing their Bibles!
I apologize for forgetting that this blog existed . . . Glad I re-found it; this comment may be late, but I TOTALLY agree! This hit me hardest when I traveled to Germany to a Bible school. I was picked up at the airport by hugs, kisses, and enthusiastic love . . . by people I had never seen or spoken to in my entire life. We could barely speak the same language to one another, but we had the same hope, which was the most important connection we should have shared.