A Red Tent Dinner on Radical Hospitality and Belonging

When I signed up last fall to host a Red Tent dinner, all I was sure of was my desire to step outside my comfort zone as I began to make plans for what the evening would look like.

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Come play.

I’m not particularly self-contained when I am happy. “Graceful” would not be the word of choice. At my brightest moments, I tend to jump, bounce, giggle, fling, or shout.

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More.

If I were asked to pick a single image that captures my heart concerning Christmas, I would pick a scene from one of my earliest holidays—you know, something that really set the tone for how I’ve held Christmas throughout my life.

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You belong.

3 months ago, in the sunny warmth of August, I blindly agreed to speak at youth group for the month of November.

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What if I’m not ready to get married?

Out on the patio with my feet propped up, I can see the tips of my wedding shoes peeking out over my laptop.

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