Dear God, let me be kind and welcoming to all. Let me draw others to me, open up my rooms to them, salve their wounds, cheer their melancholy, wash their feet.
You call me to love my fellows. Let me do so as if – as is so – this is your explicit instruction. When reticent or tired, indeed especially at such times, let me throw open the gates and shout welcome.
I so often protect myself, remain idle and aloof. I congratulate myself on absence of transgression and living an orderly life. But how, Lord, does this help others and spread your love? It does not.
Grant me the willingness to go beyond, to enter your realm of unselfish, giving love. O what a task! Let me persist in it.