My boyhood home in Middle Georgia was alongside a railroad track. There were always hobos dropping in for a days work and a meal. My mother never turned anyone down. One day I asked one of our visitors why they always came to our house. I did not understand the full meaning of his response until many years later as an adult. He asked me to look up into the tree; "do you see that fish carved on the tree?" I answered yes, and he said "that's why".
Many of us claim to be Christian but do our actions reflect it? I'm thankful that I grew up in a culture that was hospitable to our neighbors and strangers.
"having a reputation for good works; and if she has brought up children, if she has shown hospitality to strangers, if she has washed the saints’ feet, if she has assisted those in distress, and if she has devoted herself to every good work." 1 Timothy 5:10
"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it." Hebrews 13:2