i woke up this morning to a quote by Craig Greenfield: “we cannot separate the beauty and goodness of radical hospitality with its difficulty”.
i am feeling this today. i am grateful and excited for a day of cooking and eating with dozens of neighbors–introducing people who have never had the traditional meal to turkey and mashed potatoes, and my all-important sugar pie. our apartment is strung with twinkle lights, we are listening to sufjan christmas, and we have decided that one of our new traditions is to eat cinnamon rolls and play with legos in the morning. it’s a beautiful life.
and also: i am missing my sisters and my mom and my dad something fierce. i will try not to think about it, all the rest of this day, this month, this holiday season. i have a bit of the ache that so many carry with them all the time. i look at old pictures and i cry; not just out of sadness, but out of all the goodness that makes me miss it so much. my mother, my sisters, my dad: they are the ones who first modeled radical hospitality to me, made me the person i am now. they showed me that family goes beyond blood, that there is always room at the table for more, that traditions are beautiful but so is turning everything upside-down for a king and a kingdom which can hold us all.
our mission organization has written out some beautiful commitments that we meditate on throughout the year. we just recently finished up thinking and praying about our commitment to celebration. here are some of the thoughts that we will be carrying with us through out this day, this week, this season, this long wait until everything is made new.
I will celebrate the light of Christ
in a world of darkness
the life of Christ
in a culture of death
the liberty of Christ
in a kingdom of captivity
and the hope of Christ
in an age of despair
I will rejoice always and in everything give thanks.
amen. happy thanksgiving.