Inviting

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Sunlight, Shadows, and a Supper Club

When I was younger, I was sure that loneliness was both inevitable and temporary. It was simply the price one paid for moving to a faraway city or taking a new job or joining a different church. Loneliness was a straightforward ailment easily cured in time. Now that I am older, I understand loneliness not as a sickness but a shadow. The sun shines brightly here in the land of...

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Women Who Gather At The Table

It's funny these days, how people you've never met in person can become dear friends through spaces like Voxer and Facebook. Instagram breeds in us, a familiarity for others because we've seen their bedroom, or their children at play, their closet, or their front door. As weird as it is, it's also the world we live in. This is how many of us find community. Six years ago, I met a woman...

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How to Feed Each Other’s Hunger

In our twenties, my husband and I thought nothing of using garden furniture for indoor dining. The wrought iron chair with the crooked seat cushion scraped against the pine floor as my neighbor pulled it up beside the table and sat down. Theresa eased her pregnant body into the world’s most uncomfortable chair with a sigh, while I puttered in the kitchen, preparing our make-shift meal. My daughter kept Theresa...

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Community across Divides

I sat down at the long table with my paper plate in hand. I glanced around the unadorned room and did a quick head count of the college students I’d brought with me across the U.S.-Mexico border earlier that morning. I was program assistant for a course on immigration, and we’d come south for the day to learn from Mexican organizations engaging the issue and to walk along the border...

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Pancakes, a Plate, and a Pair of Strangers

“These look good,” I texted my sister, and I sent along a link to Bobby Flay’s recipe for Chocolate Chip-Pistachio Pancakes with Salted Caramel Syrup (total time 55 minutes, level: intermediate.) I knew I wouldn’t make time to make them, but I knew she would the next time I came home. And she did, because she loves to cook and loves to experiment on our family. But, sorry Bobby, they just...

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Simple Neighborly Acts

The first time I saw our street, it reminded me of a cross between Charleston's splashy Rainbow Row and The Truman Show--tall and long-but-narrow houses neatly arranged on postage-stamp lots, one after another after another. The house itself was a pie slice of the home we had lived in previously, but seasons change and it was the right thing at the right time. I wondered how we'd handle living so close to others....

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A Ministry Of Flowers and Discovering Me

Finding Ourselves in Unexpected Ministry After putting my girls to bed, after our youngest's birthday dinner was celebrated, after the living room was obliterated with gift wrap, I snuck away into the garden.  With summer inching away, the sun setting earlier making the after bedtime watering, weeding, deadheading more difficult.   As I stood there in my garden, I was reflecting on how I got here, in this spot, watering a flower...

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No Force-Fed Invitation

When I was small, I attended an Italian preschool run by Italian Nuns. Despite the fact that is has been well over 34 years since I ran around in my little pastel smock, giggling and speaking Italian to my little friends on the playground, I distinctly remember several snapshot moments from my days immersed in another culture, speaking another language, as if it were my native tongue.  Of all the...

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The Sacred Work of Hospitality

Ryan walked into our bedroom and found me laying on our bed, staring at the ceiling. The melancholy in the room was palpable. I was lamenting. "I think we've made a huge mistake," I moaned, "I don't think remodeling our kitchen is pleasing to God." My husband - blindsided by the sudden change in my attitude about our current project - cautiously replied, "What are you talking about?" I rambled,...

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3 Reasons to Rest from Hospitality

A few years ago, shortly after I moved to South Carolina, I welcomed my extended family over for dinner during one of their annual summer visits to our resort community. As I was giving my Dad a tour of our beautiful new house, traipsing through the huge master bathroom and delighting in our spacious kitchen, I pointed out how worn the carpet was in most every room. I lamented about...

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