Hospitality

It is amazing how you see things through a different lens when you have a disability. You begin to look at everything differently and sometimes it hits you out of nowhere. This past Sunday was one of those days which made me pause and think about the way I encountered things.

I really don’t have a home congregation right now and I am fine being a wandering nomad on the Sundays that I am not preaching. I will admit some Sundays this may be just sleeping in.

So this past Sunday I visited somewhere new and was asked not once, but twice to write something. I knew the pastor and he asked me if his congregation was hospitable. At first glance, the congregation was very welcoming. However, as I reflected further, I had to pause during those writing moments.

First, I was asked to print my name on a name tag. Second, I was asked to fill out the guest register. These may seem like normal tasks to the everyday person, but for me, I was reminded I could not complete tasks that I normally once could. I will admit I attempted to fill out everything to the best of my ability, good luck reading it later.

This may seem like a little thing, but it made me examine the disease I did not choose. However, while I did not choose it, I take one day at a time. Sometimes stumbling along the way.