Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some
have entertained angels unawares.
Several years ago I was eating lunch at a BBQ restaurant in North Carolina. A waitress in her 20s, with curly red hair, came to my table and said,
“Are you Preacher Stephen Rummage?”
“Yes.” I looked at her for a moment, and I recognized, it was Connie. I hadn’t seen Connie in 8 or 9 years. She had probably been 12 or 13 when I first met her.
I was pastoring my first church back when I was 23 years old. Michele and I living in a parsonage beside the church. It was a cold night in November. Getting
colder each day.
When a knock came on the door, I opened it to see a man I’d
never seen before. Long red hair. Scraggly looking mustache and beard. He introduced himself to me:
Robert. This is my son, Little Robert.” The boy was about 8 or 9. He had red hair,
thick glasses, bad haircut, and dirty clothes.
“This is my daughter, Connie.”
She had red, curly hair. It was as pitiful looking a family as I have ever seen.
just wondering if you might be able to help us. They turned the power off to my trailer. It’s
getting cold. I need some help to keep these kids warm.”
I visited with them for a while. Prayed with them. Told them I’d
see what I could do. I personally didn’t have enough money to get his power turned
back on. I’d have to ask the church.
I called the treasurer at our church. He was a good man, but, honestly, he was reluctant for our church to do anything.
“Preacher, that man’ll
just take advantage of us.”
“But, what about those kids?”
“Well, if you go meet with him again and if you can talk to the power company, maybe
we can do something.”
I met with Robert again. He was working construction when he could, but barely making ends meet.
I called the power company. They told me if I would come over and pay the bill personally, they’d
turn his power back on.
The church treasurer reluctantly wrote me a check. I drove to another town about an hour away, paid the bill, and got the power turned back on.
Robert was incredibly grateful. He, Connie, and then Little Robert all trusted Jesus as Savior. He got back on his feet, working, and was able to take care of
Now, 8 or 9 years later, I’m
at this BBQ restaurant eating chocolate meringue pie for dessert, talking to Connie about her family.
“How’s your dad?” — He’s great.
Still working. Serving the Lord.
“How’s Little Robert?” — Making it through school. Learning disabilities, but doing OK.
“How are you?” — Fine.
Community college. I like working here.
“Well, praise the Lord! God bless you, Connie!”
“God bless you, Preacher Rummage.”
God blesses us in unexpected ways when we show kindness to strangers.
Is there a risk? Yes.
Is there a chance that you could be taken advantage of? Yes.
Kindness can be extended in a variety of ways. Look for opportunities today to show God’s
love by extending kindness to someone you do not know.
Have a great day and keep moving forward!