I was in Wichita, Kansas, this past weekend. Barclay Press presented an emerging writers workshop on Saturday. Three of us flew into Wichita Friday afternoon.

After dinner we drove past the Friends University campus. A couple the three of us know in varying degrees lives near the campus, but we didn’t have an address. A phone call back to Oregon produced the address. Our Wichita friends/acquaintances got no more than a two minute warning before we pulled up in front of their house.

I expect the time we spent in their home Friday evening will come to mind now when I hear the word hospitality. It wasn’t just the fresh-baked banana (with chocolate chips) bread. It was the relaxed grace with which our spontaneity was welcomed.