When Strangers Become Neighbors

There’s something I’ve learned from spending time at Galilee: sometimes people come through our doors looking for food, but what they find is something more.

I think about the people who come to Lydia’s Pantry. We know why they’re here. They need groceries. Maybe their paycheck didn’t stretch far enough. Maybe an unexpected crisis occurred. Whatever the reason, there is a very real and worsening need in front of us around food insecurity, and we are grateful to be able to share what we have. 

But I’ve noticed that something else happens. Our neighbors are greeted by name. Someone stops to ask how another person is doing. A volunteer takes time to listen. People begin to recognize one another. A table is set for an unhoused neighbor to eat soup and bread. Conversations happen. There is laughter and sometimes there are tears. Friendships form. Love abounds.

And suddenly, this isn't just a place where food is distributed. It becomes a place where people belong.

This past Sunday, the New Testament reading was Romans 12:9-21. Verse 13 reads, “Contribute to the needs of the saints; extend hospitality to strangers.” This is the spirit of Galilee.  

The first part is about sharing what we have when someone is in need. The second is about making room for people who may not yet feel like they belong. Because community isn't just about meeting someone's physical needs. It's also about saying, “You are welcome here. We see you. There is a place for you.”

And the beautiful thing is that the roles aren't fixed. Today I may have something you need. Tomorrow, you may have something I need. We are all both givers and receivers.

I think that's what we build as followers of Christ: not simply places where people come to receive help, but a community where all saints are welcomed, connected, and reminded that they belong. 

With gratitude,

Emily+