It’s the time of the year families take vacations. In the mid-seventies Dad and Mom created an enduring memory for us. We would take a loop through the Smokies and Washington D.C. on a camping vacation. We would visit some Christian colleges. We would take in historic sites along the way. We would picnic out of a cooler. We would spend every night in our cabin tent together. The big Chrysler held six. Mom and Dad in front. One child in between. Three across the back. Our family of three sons and one daughter was a car-full.
Toward evening we would begin to watch for camp-site billboards. In the back seat we campaigned for a camp-ground with a swimming pool. It was a beautiful week. Most of the camp grounds had swimming pools. We tired ourselves out swimming until the pool closed and then we would all lie snug in our sleeping bags and listen to crickets and the wind in the trees as we drifted off to sleep. One evening in the mountains our site was along a creek and we fell asleep to the music of water over rocks.
One night we were camping in a small town somewhere in Tennessee. We broke camp early in the morning. Dad said we would have breakfast after we got a few “miles under our belt.” Within an hour we topped a rise in the road and rounded the bend into an idyllic village. We stopped the car and got out to stretch. Mom began to spread out our breakfast on the hood of the car. A grandfatherly man appeared from nowhere.
“Hello, sir,” Dad said.
“Are you on vacation?”
“Yes, sir. We are.”
“Well , welcome to Tennessee.”
“Thank you. It’s a beautiful state.”
“Well, we’re proud of it.”
The gray-haired man pulled a ring of keys from his side and said, “Don’t eat out here. You can use our Town Hall. There are rest-rooms and a nice table. Can I make you some coffee.”
I would have been more comfortable staying there with the car. We lived in a suburb of a major city. People there were human and kind enough, but they kept their distance a bit more and we were not used to such overt hospitality. Dad, I’m sure feeling the same but knowing to that a refusal would be impolite, immediately accepted the offer of the stranger. We enjoyed our breakfast around a table in the town hall making small-talk with the kind old man.
Soon we were on the road again idling through other mountain towns with their halls and churches and schools and hospitable people. We had experienced the gentle touch of civilization. We drove away with the warm feeling you have whenever you are touched by human civility. I’ve learned that it’s a feeling worth seeking.
In the Gospel of Matthew the story is told of the time when Jesus sent out his disciples and gave them special power over sickness and spiritual oppression. He told them to herald that the Kingdom of Heaven was at hand and offer their help freely to anyone who showed them hospitality.
“Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me, and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. Whoever welcomes a prophet as a prophet will receive a prophet’s reward, and whoever welcomes a righteous person as a righteous person will receive a righteous person’s reward. And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones who is my disciple, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward.” (Matthew 10:40-42)
You really never know what will happen when you exercise common civility and extend simple hospitality. The Epistle to the Hebrews says sometimes in showing hospitality to strangers people have entertained angels without knowing it.
Who decides how long American civilization will last? We do. Every day.
June 18, 2013
I truly enjoyed reading “The End of American Civilization”.
I want to share an experience I had while living in Florida. I had just packed our car with a store full of groceries on a very hot and humid summer day. As I was leaving I passed a man walking on the paved road with nothing but socks on his feet. I immediately felt the Lord tugging at my heart to turn around and go back and help him in whatever way I could. Upon finding a place to park near where he was, I walked up to him – he was now walking in a grassy area – I asked, “Sir, is there anything I can do to help you? “Do you need a pair of shoes?” I rarely carried money in my wallet, but on this day I had $20. I offered it to him and he began to cry and told me that the Lord would bless me because I cared about him when no one else did. (He had passed hundreds of cars on his foot journey). He gave me a hug and we talked about the Lord and how good He is. He said he just needed an inexpensive pair of sandals for his feet and he would go into Walmart, buy the least expensive pair and return the balance of the $20 to me if I would wait. Upon hearing that, the Lord moved me to tell him to purchase food or whatever other necessities he needed. Again, he cried and hugged me and said, “God bless you”. I was filled with emotion and love for this man. I never saw him again, but I will always remember him and the impact he had on my life. When I told Tom about my experience, he immediately said to me, “Di, you may well have entertained an angel”. The pavement on a hot summer day in SW Florida would be near impossible to walk on in stocking feet. I had noticed when I first saw him that he was hopping from one foot to another until he was able to reach the grassy area. I have often wondered if I had indeed ‘entertained an angel’. If I did, I thank the Lord for allowing me to do so. If not, I thank Him for allowing me to help someone less fortunate than myself. The words in the last line of your blog, once again, brought to mind this life changing experience. My eyes are filled with joyful tears as I tell you this story. Thank you.
I love your story, Diane. One day you may meet him again. I love the idea of living in such a way that you are attentive to the voice of the Spirit all day. I’m sure He was pleased with your kindness to the stranger.