• Josh Anderson

Inviting Hospitality

Pastor Josh shares about a recent experience he had preparing and serving a hot meal at Hospitality House. He explains how theHeart is providing more than comfort food. This is a simple opportunity to invite people to a great banquet hosted by the King.

Cookies are a must-have part of the meal theHeart provides.

My Google Calendar reminded me that it was the third Sunday of the month, which meant theHeart was scheduled to prepare and serve another hot meal for residents and visitors of Hospitality House.

We've been partnering with the Hospitality House for about seven years to cook up some comfort food. The menu has evolved over that time. And now the main dish has settled into a bit of a deconstructed chicken pot pie, with drop biscuits floating on top of a delicious mix of chicken, carrots, potatoes, celery, and onions. Green beans are offered as a side. And the meal is finished off with a choice of chocolate chip or macadamia nut and white chocolate chip cookies.

This week, Terri Miller was kind enough to shop the grocery list for us. (Note: shopping at Wal-Mart on Appalachian State move-in weekend is a bit of a challenge, but she was able to manage.) The total cost for enough ingredients to make an entire meal that can feed hundreds comes out to just about $125.

A Home for All

I arrived at Hospitality House a few minutes before 3:30pm. The door to the kitchen was locked, so I walked around to the front desk to gain access. When I arrived, the staff member on duty was talking to a gentleman who was in need of a bed. He had traveled from Ashe County and was pretty worn out. I could see it in his face. I could hear it in his voice.

Hospitality House, a regional nonprofit transitional living facility and crisis assistance resource center, serves seven rural North Carolina counties—Watauga, Wilkes, Ashe, Avery, Alleghany, Mitchell, and Yancey. Since 1984, the mission of Hospitality House is to rebuild lives and strengthen community. They do this by providing a safe, nurturing, and healthy environment in which individuals and families experiencing homelessness and poverty-related crises are equipped to become self-sufficient and productive.

Unfortunately for this gentlemen, all of the beds in the men's area were full.

The poverty rate in Watauga County has increased from 24.8% to 32.1% since 2010.

The staff member was apologetic and asked the gentleman if he could check back in the morning. "Sure, I guess," he said. Fatigue was etched into the creases of his face. Worry for his well-being was reflected on the face of the staff worker.

She walked me to the kitchen, thanking me profusely for being there. I was incorrect in ever thinking, "It's just a meal."

Noah, Hannah, Susan, and Charles (pictured l. to r.) are some of the faithful volunteers who prepare and serve a meal at Hospitality House every month.

Family-Style Meal

I walked to the back door and opened it for the other volunteers—Charles and Susan Stafford, and their son Noah, and Adele Byrd and her son Noah. This group, along with Joey and Hannah Arnett, have been faithfully representing theHeart at Hospitality House for years. In fact, Noah Byrd has spent nearly half of his 16 years of life serving meals with his mom.

Over time, each volunteer has settled into specific jobs to help prepare the meal. Adele and Susan make the drop biscuits. Charles and Noah Stafford cut up the rotisserie chickens and chop the vegetables. Noah Byrd takes great pride in baking the cookies to perfection.

The Arnetts recently took a step back after becoming first-time parents. So I've inherited the role of head cook. I'm responsible for assembling the chicken pot pie and getting it into the oven.

And every time I serve at Hospitality House, it reminds me of making a meal with family. Posts, pans, and conversation reverberate throughout the kitchen. Animated story-telling. Joyful laughter. These are the special ingredients that are dashed, sprinkled, and mixed into every meal we make together.

All Are Welcome

The clock works its hands towards 5:30pm and we move the food to the serving station. People coming in and out of the kitchen comment on how good it smells. I'm hoping nobody gets too close to me as I sweat over the hot stove.

We roll open the window and people are lined up with their plates in hand. Young and old. Men and women. Kids. Some new faces. Many familiar.