
When my husband steps through the back door, he usually peeks in the kitchen sink to discover a clue about the activities of my day. If two coffee cups rest there, he knows I hosted a friend sometime during the day.
True, I could’ve rinsed the cups and placed them in the dishwasher. But for some reason, I like using this as a code for how my day went.
It’s no secret I enjoy coffee, but I especially love it when shared by another. And while I do like the coffee shop experience, the pinnacle of coffee drinking for me is when someone steps into my home and sits at my table. Reader, don’t be alarmed if you are not a coffee drinker. Water, tea, Diet Coke® and often a sparkling water are available. The type of beverage does not dictate the experience. The presence of another person does.
Years ago, I realized I could offer my home, my time, and a cup of coffee to others. It felt like something Jesus might do because he spent a lot of time doing things with people and food. I named this activity, “the ministry of home” because Jesus calls us all into ministry. If that sounds daunting to you, remember ministry is just a fancy word that means “to act as an instrument, agent, or vehicle.”
My friend Shirley models this “ministry” for me. Often, I pop over for an un-announced visit. EVERY time I do, she gladly welcomes me into her home and offers a cup of coffee regardless if she has already had her limit for the day.
My friend Darlene also models this “ministry” for me. Darlene is an excellent seamstress and can make almost anything. Whatever her newest thing involves, I am usually a lucky recipient — soup bowl holders, scrubbies, and beautifully embroidered bookmarks. I rarely leave her home empty handed.
Ministry looks different to different people:
Carolyn likes to take walks with friends.
Becky opens her home for Bible study.
Kenna is great about checking in.
You and I are in the life-improving business to become more like Jesus. How we do that may differ. Please don’t underestimate the value of your ministry because in God’s Kingdom, it all matters.
So if you stop by my house for coffee, leave your dirty cup in the sink. When I eventually wash it, I’ll smile because it will make me think of you once again.






