The tale of a collision
See the "0" in the center? My husband and I enjoy hosting. A couple of times a week we normally have people over, and especially on Tuesdays. We know that Tuesday night is free for hosting, so that's the safe time to invite people over. We often issue an invitation for Tuesday, make a meal and enjoy the evening of fellowship. There are also the times when people just show up, and they get what they get. This happens especially with single men who come visit. They're coming through the neighborhood and drop by, and if it's dinner time they benefit from the coincidence. And we love that they feel comfortable dropping by, for sure. We welcome them, feed them, tell stories and share life situations, pray, and generally all feel encouraged by the conversation. But sometimes we end up with incompatible guests. Not so much in temperament, although I suppose that's possible, but in language. We speak a few languages apiece, and those visiting typically speak at least ...