Quotes About Hospitality

Of all the big cities in the world where I've been, the Muscovites seemed to be the politest of people to strangers. But perhaps that was because we were Negroes, and, at that time, with the Scottsboro case on world-wide trial in the papers everywhere and especially in Russia, folks went out of their way to show us courtesy. On a crowded bus, nine times out if ten, some Russian would say, 'Negrochanski tovarish--Negro comrade--take my seat!

We ask everyone to use sentence prayers (one person praying for just one item at a time). This shuts down the long-winded dominator and enables those who are new or more introverted to pray out loud much more easily. Of course, if someone doesn't want to pray, they don't have to.

High-powered front-door programs can have the unintended consequence of sending a message that some weekends and programs are for bringing guests—and the rest aren't.

Since longtime members who switch services don't like to be asked if they're visiting (try it; you'll enjoy the dirty looks), most of us learn to treat anyone we don't recognize as a regular we haven't met or someone whose face we can't remember.

If the back door of a church is left wide open, it doesn't matter how many people are coaxed to come in the front door—or the side door, for that matter.

First, it strongly emphasizes evangelism. Every group is required to have an empty chair that is supposed to be filled with a new Christian before the year is out. Second, it's based on the idea that the most effective way to bring new Christians into the larger church is to first reach them through a small group.

It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.

It is well to remember that there are five reasons for drinking: the arrival of a friend, one's present or future thirst, the excellence of the wine, or any other reason.

the mother did something that neither Tim's parents, WASPy sticklers for table manners, nor my parents, WASPy guilty eaters, would ever have done: she took more artichokes off her plate with her fingers and insisted I eat them, too. I did, to her relish, and mine.

This will always be a place that welcomes each visitor with open arms.

feeding her raw oysters at Charleston, or sharing the gingerbread with lemon chiffon sauce at Bicycle.

Gran was just being polite. Southern people are supposed to be polite and gracious. She's trying to show me how to be the same way.

You, little bird, are welcome to any and all of my cookies. I'd even share my cake with you.

To invite people into our homes is to respond with gratitude to the God who made a home for us.

Food is part of God's creating. A right relationship with food points us toward Him.... The table is not only a place where we can become present to God. The table is also a place where He becomes present to us.

Like my dad, I have a Christmas party most years. I like to celebrate and see as many people as possible.

She informed me that in the future, I was not to throw out Starbucks customers just for being heartless bitches.

She informed me that in the future, I was not to throw out Starbucks customers for being heartless bitches.' - The Patron Saint of Pigs (Let it Snow, 3) by Lauren Myracle

Jehovah's Witness are welcomed into my home...You gotta respect anybody who gets all dressed up in Sunday clothes and goes door-to-door on days so hot their high heels sink a half-inch into the pavement. The trick is to do all the talking yourself. Pretty soon, they'll look at their watches and say, 'Speaking of end times, wouldja look at what time it is now!

Never invite someone who is speaking a foreign language in your presence to "Go back to your country." The only time that phrase is every acceptable is if you are British and you are speaking to Madonna.

The rule is any decent-looking girl asks to share your drink or have a lick of your ice cream or take a bite of a sandwich, you say yes. It's gross if you think about it, especially like now, Kristi's lips all covered with Ryan's spit, but there are some rules even you wouldn't break.

I'll have an Irish banquet waiting for you — a bottle of Guinness and a bologna sandwich.

Then one day this guy, Whispers DiTullio, came over to my table at the Bocce Club and bought me a glass of wine.

I told him about the macaroni hanging out on the line like laundry to dry on Sunday in Catania. Sometimes he'd invite me to eat with him and we'd talk a little Italian.