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Sermon of June 27,
1999
"The Hospitable
Habit "
Matthew
10:40-42
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Rev. David
Bibbee
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Ten
years ago I was granted a sabbatical during which I immersed
myself in the study of Christian spirituality. I took two
classes at Notre Dame, read a stack of books, and spent considerable
time at retreat centers in prayer and reflection and meeting
with a spiritual director. It was a restful, meaningful, insightful
experience. But the greatest insight I gleaned from the sabbatical
wasn't from something I read or something that was said by
a professor or spiritual director, though I received many
fruits from them all. The greatest insight came as a result
of trading places.
The sabbatical gave me a different
vantage point. On Sundays, I wasn't the pastor in the pulpit.
I was another person in the pew. I worshipped in ten different
churches, and tried to pick ones where no one knew me and
therefore wouldn't relate to me as a pastor or offer preferential
treatment. It was an eye opening, and not always pleasant
experience. What I remember most was not the church buildings,
though I worshipped in some beautiful ones. It wasn't the
sermons, though I heard some fine ones. It wasn't the music
or other aspects of worship or even Sunday school, though
the quality of the worship was edifying and Sunday school
was enlightening in most of them. What I remember most is
what I experienced least in most of the churches I visited...something
without which the church is as warm as Antartica...a simple,
yet indispensable Christian virtue called hospitality.
I have heard horror stories
from first time visitors not having a single person speak
to them. Listening to them, I made allowances for the exaggeration
factor, but not after I visited a church where the only
person who spoke to me was the pastor in the greeting line
after worship, and even he seemed nonplussed by my presence.
Of the ten churches I visited,
I returned to just two...a Lutheran and a Methodist church
where from the time I stepped from the car until I left
the building, the members went out of their way to welcome
me. They greeted me in the parking lot, at the door, and
at the entrance to the sanctuary. They made sure someone
sat near me in worship. I was escorted to their fellowship
time which was held every Sunday and was introduced to some
of the other members. I was also fed fat chocolate donuts.
Afterwards, the kids and I were invited by a family to their
home for dinner. The approach of these churches wasn't pushy
or inauthentic, but relaxed and genuine.
First impressions are lasting
impressions, a church may have wonderful worship and programming,
be housed in a beautiful facility situated on a choice piece
of real estate, but if it doesn't have a spirit of warmth,
welcome, and hospitality which is the hall mark of a Christ-infused
fellowship, it is more a private club than a church. The
positive reception I experienced in two out of ten churches
wasn't accidental. It was intentional. Their hospitality
wasn't an add-on designed to get warm bodies to help pay
the church bills. It was a part of who they were. They understood
that hospitality is the predominant posture of Christ's
people, and was at the heart of Jesus' ministry.
Throughout the Bible is woven
a continuous thread of understanding. To be a lover of God
means that we of necessity will be hospitable to and a lover
of other people. In the Old Testament it was an unquestioned,
sacred obligation to provide food, shelter or refuge to
sojourners who showed up at your door. Strangers were to
be treated with dignity and respect. In Exodus 23: 9 the
Hebrew people were told to remember that they were once
strangers in Egypt, and therefore must look upon others
with the kindness with which God looked upon them.
In the gospels we have an
even fuller appreciation of the need for hospitality. We
see how often Jesus ministered to those considered unworthy
of hospitality. He partied with tax collectors and prostitutes.
He accepted an invitation into the home of a leper. While
dining in a Pharisee's home, a woman labeled a sinner wet
Jesus' feet with her tears, wiped them with her hair, and
then anointed them with ointment. When the Pharisee criticized
the woman, Jesus told the host that she was a better host
than he was. "You gave me no water to wash my feet. You
gave me no kiss. You didn't anoint my head." These were
the customary expressions of hospitality for a guest. Jesus
told the parable of a great banquet in which the invitation
was extended to the poor and crippled and those on the margins
of society.
Not only did Jesus extend
hospitality, but he was also the recipient of it. The welcome
you give and the hospitality you extend to the one standing
at your door goes further than you think. There was a notorious
sinner who wanted to make amends for his past, but he wasn't
allowed to enter any church in town. He then told his woes
to God. "They won't let me in, Lord, because I'm a sinner."
"What are you complaining about?" God replied. "They won't
let me in either." "As you have done it to the least of
these my brothers and sisters, you have done it unto me."
In today's text Jesus tells the disciples whoever shows
hospitality to them, shows it to him and to the one who
sent him. Hospitality has a long reach. A verse from Hebrews
13 conveys the importance of how we receive others, "Do
not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing
this some have entertained angels without knowing it."
Last weekend in Sunday school
John Berkebile mentioned something we should consider more
often, and that is, "Why were people so attracted to Jesus?"
He was nothing like the spiritual sourpusses of the religious
establishment. He drew in those that establishment religion
had cast out. He stepped across the artificial barriers
which separated people. He welcomed children. He spoke to
women in public. He listened to those who had no voice.
He offered forgiveness. He offered God to those who had
no hope. There were no strangers to Jesus. To all he extended
the invitation, "Come." This is what attracted people to
Jesus. Jesus' disciples and the church they formed. But
what about us? Why aren't more people drawn our way? Why
do they gravitate to other churches? What do they have that
we don't?
Churches in long time decline
often look for the holy grail that will turn things around.
"Let's hold a revival! That used to bring people in." But
research has shown that only one quarter of one percent
of people who come to church do so because of a revival.
"Let's put an ad in the paper." Sorry. A mere three quarters
of one percent of visitors come because of advertisements.
"We have great music here. This should bring them in." We
do have great music, but only 2.3% say that they visit a
church because of fine music. "Well, then, let's buy into
one of those sure-fire programs that turns churches on the
brink to bursting at the seams." Only 2.1% of visitors come
because of special programs. "Okay, let's get a different
pastor...one with lots of charisma who doesn't fish." Sorry
again. Only 7.5% of those who visit a church and stay do
so because of the pastor. "Brochures! That's what we need."
Well, we already have brochures...nice ones too. You each
have one in your bulletin this morning.
I want you to take a close
look at the brochure Paula is holding. Watch carefully at
what this brochure does. "Brochure...bring us a visitor!
You heard me, go fall into the hands of someone who needs
the church." Notice the brochure doesn't follow orders very
well. It can't deliver itself to anyone. And even if it
does find its way into somebody's hands, the research says
that only 2% of people visiting a church come because of
it. There is one factor which accounts for 66% of all people
who visit churches. They come because someone like you invited
them.
Vital, growing churches don't
possess some resource we don't have. The Holy Spirit is
perfectly capable of using you to reach another. You don't
have to pass out tracts or go up to a stranger and say,
"Hi! I'm David. Are you saved?" We need to remember directions.
Hospitality doesn't wait for others to come to us. The word
apostle means, "One who is sent." Jesus sent his disciples
out to the people to establish relationships with them which
in turn would help them discover a relationship with God.
Hospitality doesn't wait for people to come to us. It moves
toward them.
The members of a Lutheran
church learned this lesson from their children. Low tables
and little chairs were set up at the outside doors for children
to serve lemonade to incoming and outgoing worshippers.
But the kids didn't stay at the tables. As soon as the cars
entered the parking lot the kids would run sloshing lemonade
up to the car and welcome the worshippers with lemonade
and a smile. Watching the enthusiasm of the children fanning
across the parking lot to give a cold drink of lemonade...what
was it Jesus said about the rewards of giving a cup of cold
water? From the spontaneous action of children, the church
took their cue and embraced hospitality in all aspects of
their ministry, and because of it, became a transformed,
growing church.
Hospitality is not a gimmick
for growth. If it is simply an add-on, people will see right
through it. Hospitality flows from the fellowship of Jesus
Christ. As Christ welcomed us, we welcome others. When I
think of the scent of Christ's love which should permeate
every church, I think of the sign above the counter in a
New York Delicatessen which reads, "If you don't smell it,
we don't have it." Hospitality is so necessary because it
is in such scarce supply. We live in a dangerous world.
We warn our children about strangers, and for good reason.
Walking down the street, you don't want to look a stranger
in the eye for fear of what they might do. We are suspicious
of those who are different. Unknown people with unknown
intentions scare us. To practice a little Christian virtue
like hospitality is risky. But with the times being what
they are, sharing a kind word or gesture may be the only
sign of love another person may experience.
I was struck by a little sentence
I read this week. "Our best friends were once strangers
to us." Think of how diminished your life would be had you
not taken the steps to welcome your friends into your life.
Not every stranger will become a friend. But do not neglect
to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some
have entertained angels without knowing it. By not welcoming
the stranger, we deny ourselves a blessing God may have
given us.
Brace yourselves! You're going
to hear a lot about hospitality in the months ahead. We
already practice Christian hospitality in effective ways,
but we must be far more effective. God won't bless us if
only a few practice it or if it is only visible on Sunday
morning. I challenge Elkhart City to find concrete ways
of expressing hospitality in every phase of our ministry,
and with this in mind, let me leave you with a story of
how hospitality brought love to strangers.
Like many of us, a certain
teacher named Miss Thompson found it difficult to love all
of God's children the same. Teddy Stallard was a boy she
found hard to like. Teddy didn't seem all that interested
in school. His hair was unkempt. His clothes smelled. There
was little to really like about Teddy, so whenever Miss
Thompson marked his papers, she got a strange pleasure out
of putting X's by his wrong answers and red F's at the top
of his papers. Perhaps she should have known better; she
had access to his records, and knew more about him than
she would admit. The records read:
First grade: Teddy shows promise
with his work and attitude, but has poor home situation.
Second grade: Teddy could
do better. Mother is seriously ill. He receives little help
at home.
Third grade: Teddy is a good
boy, but too serious. He is a slow learner. His mother died
this year.
Fourth grade: Teddy is very
slow, but well behaved. His father shows no interest.
Christmas came and the boys
and girls in Miss Thompson's fifth grade class brought Christmas
presents for her. They crowded around to watch her open
them. Much to her surprise, there was one from Teddy Stallard.
It was characteristically ugly-wrapped in brown paper with,
"For Miss Thompson from Teddy" written on it.
When she opened it, out fell
a gaudy rhinestone bracelet with half the stones missing,
and a bottle of cheap perfume. The boys and girls began
to giggle, but she had enough grace to silence them by putting
on the bracelet and some of the perfume. Holding her wrist
up for the others, she said, "Doesn't it smell lovely?"
At the end of the day, when the children had left, Teddy
lingered behind. He came up to her desk and softly said,
"Miss Thompson...you smell just like my mother...and her
bracelet looks pretty on you too. I'm glad you like my presents."
When Teddy left, Miss Thompson
was down on her knees praying for God's forgiveness. The
next day the children in room 401 had a new teacher. Miss
Thompson had become a different person. Committed to loving
her children with a passion unknown before, and especially
the slow ones. Especially Teddy. By the end of that year,
he had showed dramatic improvement. He caught up with most
of the students and was even ahead of some.
The years went by and Miss
Thompson lost touch with the fifth graders of that class
until one day she found a note in her mailbox. It simply
read: "Dear Miss Thompson, I wanted you to be the first
to know. I will be graduating second in my class from high
school. Love, Teddy Stallard."
Four years later another note:
"Dear Miss Thompson, They just told me I will be graduating
first in my class. I wanted you to be the first to know.
The university has not been easy, but I have loved it."
And four years later again:
"Dear Miss Thompson: As of today I am Theodore Stallard,
M.D. How about that? I wanted you to be the first to know.
I'm getting married next month, and I was wondering if you'd
come and sit where my mother would sit if she were alive.
You are the only family I have now. Dad died last year.
Love, Teddy Stallard."
Miss Thompson went to that
wedding and sat where Teddy's mother would have sat. She
deserved to sit there, because beneath the stony surface
of a life she found hard to love, she heard the sound of
wings, and helped set an angel free. Don't nenglect to show
hospitality to strangers, for by doing this some have entertained
angels.
There are many people who
are in need of a family...a family like this one. The family
of God.
So what are you waiting for?
Get up and get moving! You wouldn't want the Welcome Wagon
to leave without you!
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