I read this book a long time ago, but it has stayed with me.
There was a period in my life when I was given the opportunity to practice what was radical hospitality for me. One night my boss called me up a bit frantically. That evening she had treated a mutual friend and coworker to an opera. But it was very late, too late for our friend to make the two hour drive back to her home. However my boss, fraught with strange insecurities, did not feel her own home was a suitable place to entertain her friend. Would I please, please allow her to spend the night at my place?
Unbeknownst to either of them, my roommate had just moved out a few weeks earlier and had taken all her furniture with her. The only furnished room in my apartment was my bedroom, and it was sparse. There was nothing in the living room and nothing in the spare bedroom; just carpet.
But Karen's principles of Christian hospitality must have made a impression, because I said, "Of course she can stay with me." When my friend arrived, I settled her in my twin bed, then took a comforter and slept on the floor in the other room. In the morning I got up, gave her lotion for her hair, and made her pancakes for breakfast. I didn't worry about whether my pancakes were good enough; I just did the best I could with a heart of love. Then we went to work.
My friend enjoyed her stay with me, and it was a real privilege for me to be able to host her under those circumstances. My boss heard about it later, and I think it changed the way she felt about her own hospitality. A few years later she hosted me at her own home.
Because I decided to extend hospitality in my relative extremity without pride, I think it made all of us closer to each other.