Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village,
where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home.
She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet
and listened to what he was saying.
We just returned from an 18-day road trip to visit family:
4000 miles, 17 states, 2 provinces, 10 beds, 14 relatives.
There were both Marthas and Marys,
who met our needs for bed and board,
and who offered a place for our hearts.
We cherished both—the feeding and resting, and the listening.
It’s good to be Mary or Martha, or both. Both are blessed.
Mary chose the “better part” for her, not for anyone else.
Food and shelter, and a listening heart.
God offers both;
earth offers both;
good hosts do so.
The Beloved feeds our souls,
then sits and says,
“Tell me your story.”