‘If Jesus came to my house and knocked upon the door, I’m sure I’d be more happy than I’ve ever been before.’ In this delightful little book written in rhyme by Joan Gale Thomas, the small boy dreams about a visit from the boy Jesus. If Jesus visited him in his home the small boy would share his toys, his fears and make Him a cup of tea.
He realises that Jesus cannot visit him but he can help others, by taking flowers from his garden to the old or sick. He can share his toys with other boys and girls.
I love inviting people into my home, giving them a drink and maybe sitting in my sunny garden. I want the walls of my home to become drenched in prayer as with my visitors we can pray together.
But many of my friends are not now fit enough to visit me, I live on a slight incline. That is when I can visit them. I may be able to go to their homes and offer to do a small job for them. Sometimes I can visit them in hospital, hospitals can be very lonely and frightening places.
Occasionally my hospitality can only be a smile to a person in the street. Daily I pray for more opportunities to practice hospitality. The last verse of Joan’s book says ‘But I can go to His home and kneel and say a prayer, and I can sing and worship Him and talk with Him in there.’