SERVING UNTO HIM  By Lori A Alicea

In serving others through hospitality,

Our kindness is as if we’ve done it unto the Lord.

“Truly, I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it for me.”
Matthew 25:40 NIV

It is written how a wealthy woman of great influence prepared and set aside a small room in her house for a “holy man of God” to rest and be refreshed whenever he visited town.

Her kindness was greatly rewarded.

Her offering was as service unto Him.

⁸One day Elisha went to Shunem. And a well-to-do-woman was there, who urged him to stay for a meal. So whenever he came by, he stopped there to eat. ⁹She said to her husband, “I know that this man who often comes our way is a holy man of God. ¹⁰Let’s make a small room on the roof and put in it a bed and a table, a chair and a lamp for him. Then he can stay there whenever he comes to us.”
2 Kings 4:8-10 NIV

Might we show kindness in ways and to those God sends along our path.

We are serving unto Him in these displays of selfless generosity.

SERVING UNTO HIM
By Lori A Alicea

Dear Lord, you came to save our soul,
But first, You washed our feet.
On bended knee with towel in hand,
Your servant’s eye we’d meet.

Example that we do the same,
For those, the least of Mine.
A cup of water in My Name,
You’ve done it unto Thine.

To serve those neighbors next to us,
And love them as thyself.
In homes where kindness can be felt,
Displayed on every shelf.

Hung from the doorposts of our home,
With open arms receive.
A neighbor’s welcome gathering,
Until it’s time to leave.

A table set before these friends,
Our bountiful we share.
No matter if a cup we serve,
See Jesus sitting there.

A place of refuge when they come,
Where home is always sweet.
We serve because He served us first,
When Jesus washed our feet.

Our gift of hospitality,
A song He hears, a hymn.
When tea is poured and cake is served,
We’re serving unto Him.

Refrain to see an empty plate,
When God, a neighbors sent.
Prepare a banquet meal for them,
Of words, encouragement.

Or give them what’s most valuable,
Which doesn’t cost a dime.
You’re sitting at the Savior’s feet,
When giving of your time.

The church walls of the home we live,
Baked in, our memories stay.
Where in the midst of fellowship,
Is God to hear us pray.

Dear Lord, I’ve saved a room for you,
A lamp, a table, chair.
My Holy God I welcome you,
I long your presence there.

Our gift of hospitality,
A song He hears, a hymn.
When loving neighbors as thyself,
We’re serving unto Him.