Most of us have probably heard this phrase during a church Christmas play or in a Christmas story: "there was no room for them in the inn." (yes, this is Christmas story. I'm just that far in advance.)
I think we tend to think that way sometimes. Sorry, nothin' I can do. There's no room here. Not enough money to do that too. We're already stretched thin. Doin' what we can.
What if the innkeeper had offered his house, room or bed to Mary, Joseph and the infant Jesus? I understand prophecies needed to be fulfilled, signs to be followed and found, which stipulated the Baby be found in a stable. But what if someone could have done offered better than the shed and didn't?
This last Christmas was crazy. Cert. i. fi. able. But the requests just kept coming and no one was turned away.
First, there's us. Young married couple with two small children, recently moved back from Europe and trying to get our feet under us. A royal welcome mat was extended for us in front of a beautiful garage apartment.
Second, my college student sister decided to not renew her lease with her roommate and asked to move home. A carload of clothes and Africa memorabilia arrived just before Christmas.
Then, my 18 year-old cousin from a blended family came to hang with us while his parents were out of town. His sister and her fiancé came by for a while too. My aunt and uncle from Virginia were able to drive out to spend Christmas with us.
People weren't the only creatures welcome, either. My aunt brought her sweet dog, Mocha. My parents dog-sat a giant, ferociously lovable, German Shepherd for some friends. And we brought our cat from France. My parents' two Yellow Labs were outside with the two horses.
On Christmas Day, we added three little cousins, another aunt and uncle, a grown cousin and her family, a grandma, my sister and her family, as well as my 7 younger siblings who still live at home.
Yup, it was crazy. Especially when some people got the flu and others a fever.
But this is how I want to live. With a heart that is always ready to welcome someone, always ready to give a little. This will be a main theme in the memoir I've started working on for a lady named Dorothy Perez. More on that very soon...