From the poor to the posh, we have experienced it all in the past few days. And grace in it all!
First we visited a very poor community where we had lived for a number of years. Old friends and partners in ministry met us with smiles, open arms, and generous hospitality. Out of their poverty they gave their best, with their love. We were profoundly touched by their stories of God’s faithfulness—and theirs—through the years. And with churches overflowing with enthusiastic worshippers. What a thrill it was to hear them singing their hearts out to God in their own language!
Then after a ride to the city, we were thrust immediately into another kind of gracious hospitality—that of the well-to-do. These people, though we had never met them before, gave us a royal welcome because of a family connection between one of their relatives and one of ours. The word “grace” came to mind repeatedly during those three days as we enjoyed their beautiful home and were taken to restaurants and tourist sites with all expenses paid. The mention of their name was the magic key—a reminder of God’s lavish grace available to us through the name of Jesus.