"Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it."- Hebrews 13:2
A few months back my dad gave me some extra tomato plants of his own to plant at my new house. Being a bit of a hippie – I was stoked to have my own veggies to grow from sprouts to produce. Brittany and I spent an afternoon planting them and, because I am a wannabe Christian mystic as well, we prayed over them. We prayed that they would grow and that we could enjoy their bounty and share them with my neighbors as a way to connect.
So fast forward some months to this past weekend. I get in from work and have one of my neighbors hollers over the hedges we share and strike up conversation. His name is Troy, he’s African-American, maybe mid-50s and a long-haul truck driver. We’re not much the same. Yet we shake hands and share stories catching up from the past 3 months since I last saw him. As the conversation ends I look to my left at my tomato plants and realize my plants are ripe for picking. In a flash, I’m reminded of me and Brittany’s prayer and this sudden opportunity/ responsibility.
I grab three of the best looking tomatoes and cross back into Troy’s yard to offer him and his wife. Although, we’re already cordial, it takes him aback slightly. He seems both a bit surprised and excited.