Saturday, July 28, 2012

Week 3: Radical Hospitality


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Radical Hospitality

Radical hospitality.

Don’t let the word 'radical' scare you. 'Radical' is usually associated with crazy, fanatical, negative ways of being. 'Radical' people are often the ones who we read about in the media. 'Radical' is not something most people are. Hospitality, on the other hand, is a word with an almost ubiquitous positive connotation. It means friendly, inclusive, welcoming and is something that more people are than 'radical'. Radical hospitality is an idea conceptualized by the Benedictine monks in the 5th century and is one of the central tenants of the Rule of St. Benedict. A person who practices radical hospitality comes with an open spirit, soul, or way of being. Radical hospitality often is rooted in a person's faith or other deep personal conviction. 

Two years ago, which seems like a long time from my perspective as a 21 year-old, I met Kay and Annette Fernholz, sisters who are nuns who also farm, on a school trip with HECUA. They introduced me to the concept of radical hospitality. Annette, one of the sister-sisters of Earthrise Farm http://earthrisefarmfoundation.org/, said radical hospitality is "an expanding of one's parameters of life." Expanding one's "life sensor" to beyond their own being to include their family, friends, and neighbors. Truly treating others the way you would want to be treated. Remember in grade school when your mom told you to invite the kid who sat alone at lunch to join you? That is an example of radical hospitality.

I latched onto the idea of radical hospitality after experiencing how caring and open the sister-sisters are. Though, as usual, other life things distracted me from the point until I started living with my grandparents this summer. Grandma and grandpa have always been actors in my life, my family visited often when I was growing up. They are Scandinavian. They are mild mannered, polite, and humble, good Minnesooootans. They drink lots of coffe, black. They grew up "back when you had to walk up-hill both ways in a snowstorm for school." They are old, after all they are grandparents, oh excuse me, as of this week, great-grandparents (congrats cousin!), and are blessed to still have functioning minds and bodies. I knew they were nice people but I had never spent enough time with them to understand just how nice. Being around them I have witnessed the overwhelming kindness they live out each and everyday. Visiting ailing friends, cooking meals for anyone who ever comes to visit, serving on the board of a non-profit charity, and being incredibly active in their congregation. I believe that if a stranger wandered up to the door they would be fed (more than they could handle and then given some to take with them) and offered a bed for the night. Amazing.

“So amazing, I want to do it too!” Not so fast. 

Radical hospitality can be taught and learned and practiced. But, like anything worth learning, can never be mastered. I have encountered many barriers to my own radically hospitable living. As a student, how much can I really afford to give? We'd all like to donate all our money to help feed starving people but the reality of life is we can't. How do you balance meeting your needs while doing what is right for your neighbor? Just how far should the parameters of life extend? Hypocrisy exists in a life that is centered around one individual, imagine the problems of incorporating just the nearest 20 people to you or your entire Facebook friends list. And beyond that, realistically, it isn't smart or safe to open up your house for any stranger to waltz in. What about free riders? People who may take advantage of someone who shares freely.

So here I am, a college kid, struggling to live a life as radical as my Scandinavian grandparents.

-Eric
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