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Only When Things are Perfect?

Many times we think about having people from church into our homes for a meal or for a visit.  Then we mentally take a quick tour of our home's present condition.  The dining room table is covered with papers.  There is a laundry basket full of clothes that need to be folded.  The piano hasn't been dusted in a month of Sundays. 

And very quickly we decide that our desire to be hospitable is not as strong as our desire to pretend that we are perfect people with all our ducks in a row. 

This excellent article reminds us that hospitality is more important than our desire to appear perfect.

Why Scruffy Hospitality Creates Space for Friendship

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