Holey, Wholly, Holy

Home can mean so many things.

I met with a group of people on Thursday who embody home – not the one they were born into, but the one they have created. And they welcomed me, a stranger, into their midst. They were authentic and enjoyed good “dad” jokes (although I certainly wouldn’t have told them to my children in their younger days!)

At one point someone called another out for being potentially offensive. I responded that the jokes were slightly offensive, but I was in their space. They checked themselves. It led to a conversation about the importance of being authentic to ourselves, while mindful of others.

When you enter another’s “home”, do you accept them for who they are – or insist on the host changing to meet your needs?