Just another Tuesday night

We had a fun, yet weird evening tonight. We had the missionaries come to dinner.

Not that this is weird. We do it all the time. The way I figure it, what goes around comes around. If I can help the missionaries here, then maybe someone will help my missionary son when he needs it.

Anyway, what made it so different tonight was that it's Tuesday night. Tuesday night is madness night, with about a 45 minute turn-around time between walking in the door from work and school activities, and heading right back out again for youth church activities. Nutty. And not necessarily ideal when you are hosting people.

But, these are great guys, and they are always willing to take whatever you dish out--and I mean that literally as well as figuratively. In our extensive experience with feeding missionaries, they eat anything, and do their best to work with your schedule. They are grateful and complimentary of the meals, and cheerfully accept whatever you serve. Even if it's spaghetti. Again.

Our local congregation has the opportunity to feed these fine young men every night, so as to free up their time for the important work they are here to do. We try to have them come at least once a month, but it seems like they've hit a bit of a dry spell with dinner appointments lately. So we took Tuesday night, knowing full well that it was going to be chaos defined.

And it was.

But they took it all in stride, wolfing down their tacos, giving us their sweet message about the importance of prayer between bites of hot fudge cake with whipped cream. And then we whisked them out the door so we could leave right behind them.

Crazy? Yes.

But absolutely, definitely, without a doubt, worth it.

If you get the chance, please invite the missionaries in your area to dine with you. You won't be disappointed. And their mothers will thank you.