We love to re-blog, re-pin, re-tweet, re-share (?)…but when it comes down to actually doing it, we find it far more difficult.
Setting the table is fun. Making food for 50 people can be stressful.
Crafting the menu can be an artistic delight. Cleaning up the dishes can be laborious.
Selecting the guest list is a delicate art. Actually wanting to talk to some of those guests can be sheer work.
Hospitality. It’s messy, it’s tiring, it’s noisy, it’s rude, it’s obstrusive, to say the least.
And yet, it is beautiful and the center of how we understand life, faith, and love.
We wish to spend time with people so we invite them to dine, to party, and to slumber. This is the way we connect, disconnect, and then find the courage to love and re-connect.
So when we are drooling over the latest Kinfolk Magazine, Pinterest post of Whole Larder Love (featured above), or ruminations of that loveliest dinner on a Brooklyn rooftop; let us remember the sacrifice, time, hard-work, and humility that is required to truly express hospitality, not neglecting the tremendous joy and celebration that is reaped, but remembering all the seeds that must first be sewn in practicing hospitality.
-M. Case (Excerpt from: On Hospitality)
What is most difficult and most joyous for you in practicing hospitality?