God saved me through hospitality.

To be more precise, God used hospitality crucially in his pursuit of my soul. After years of a debate between my agnosticism and my longing for God—a debate that had taken place in conference halls and libraries and classrooms, in bedrooms and liquor stores and clubs—closing arguments took place in an unexpected location: a Christian family’s home.

A pastor and his wife, friends of my parents, invited me into their home to stay. During the mornings, I met with the pastor and aired my grievances with God and Christianity. The Bible passages and commentary he presented to me were vital to what God did in my heart in those weeks.

But just as vital was the evidence his wife brought to the debate. Her evidence was often wordless: space made in her afternoon to drink tea with me or take a walk; clean sheets in a bedroom I shared with one of her own daughters; a cultivated calm in a home full of children and teens; a hug given freely with a peck on the cheek.

The words were necessary. But the hospitality gave the words context and weight.

The Gospel Comes with a House Key: Practicing Radically Ordinary Hospitality in Our Post-Christian World

The Gospel Comes with a House Key: Practicing Radically Ordinary Hospitality in Our Post-Christian World

Crossway (2018). 240 pp.

What did God use to draw a radical, committed unbeliever to himself? Did God take her to an evangelistic rally? Or, since she had her doctorate in literature, did he use something in print? No, God used an invitation to dinner in a modest home, from a humble couple who lived out the gospel daily, simply, and authentically.

With this story of her conversion as a backdrop, Rosaria Butterfield invites us into her home to show us how God can use this same “radical, ordinary hospitality” to bring the gospel to our lost friends and neighbors.

Crossway (2018). 240 pp.

‘Radically Ordinary’ Hospitality

When I picked up Rosaria Butterfield’s new book, The Gospel Comes with a House Key: Practicing Radically Ordinary Hospitality in our Post-Christian World, I was transported eight years back in time and transfixed with the realization that Butterfield and I have this in common: hospitality was a crucial means that the Lord used to save each of us.

I wonder how many millions of other Christ followers have a similar story to tell? I also wonder: how many of them have then turned around and practiced the kind of hospitality that brought them in?

Many readers will remember the story of Butterfield’s conversion-via-supper-table from her first book, The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert. But this story is only one illustration of many in her latest work. The Gospel Comes with a House Key is both a theology of hospitality and a practical how-to in the form of stories.

Many of the stories are of Butterfield’s experiences since her conversion. She and her husband have committed deeply to the daily practice of “radically ordinary hospitality” that she considers compulsory for any person bearing the name of Christ.

Right to Speak

Butterfield is hard on American evangelicals. She pulls no punches:

Are Christians victims of this post-Christian world? No. . . . Our cold and hard hearts; our failure to love the stranger; our selfishness with our money, our time, and our home; and our privileged back turned against widows, orphans, prisoners, and refugees mean we are guilty in the face of God of withholding love and Christian witness. . . . Our own conduct condemns our witness to this world. Shame on us. (61)

Christians are to have our doors open, and we’re to be tactical about building relationships in real time with real people in the houses next to ours. Not only is this not optional; to do otherwise actively destroys our witness. Butterfield places the moral responsibility squarely on the comfortable Christian’s shoulders—we might be scared and we might be unsure, but we are fully culpable.

This kind of language might seem excessive until we remember the words of our Lord in Matthew 25:41–46, especially these:

Depart from me. . . . I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me. (vv. 41–43)

Butterfield’s detailed descriptions of her own hospitality let you know that however strong her words, she has the experience to back them up.

A hospitable Christian who was converted by means of hospitality, she has earned the right to exhort other Christians.

Love the Stranger

House Key isn’t primarily an indictment; it’s a compassionate invitation. The practical picture Butterfield paints gives you a feeling of “I can do this too” and a sense that it can be done in any space—from a dorm room to a five-bedroom home. It will take planning, intentionality, and dialing back on commitments to create margins of time and money. But it won’t take anything you don’t have in Christ.

Butterfield tells the story of adopting teen sons as a way of welcoming the stranger. She tells the story of her family’s relationship with Hank, their neighbor across the street who resisted overtures for a year and was eventually busted for cooking meth right there in the neighborhood—but who was later converted amid continued visits from them in prison. She tells the story of when her atheist mother came to live with them, bringing stress, nastiness, and judgment—and unexpectedly converting on her deathbed years later.

These stories sound almost tritely clean-ended, but Butterfield tells them with full disclosure of her own bad attitudes and faithless moments. And taken with some of the messier stories—from Butterfield’s difficult childhood, for instance, or from two recent and painful cases of church discipline in her husband’s church—we remember that we can never truly insulate our lives from the darkness.

Instead of hiding, we must engage the darkness with the spiritual weaponry we have in Christ. And sometimes with soup pots and pull-out couches.

Compassionate Orthodoxy

One of the richest things about Butterfield’s writing is its nuance. She leans hard on the Christian’s tendency to self-protect against ideas and worldviews that offend. But she is also unrelenting in her stance on sin and the sinner. We love people best by introducing them to God as he is, she says, and by allowing his Word to speak into every issue of their lives (and ours).

She offers helpful thoughts about walking this line of love and truth—charging believers to accept the reality of our neighbor’s lives without believing that to acknowledge these parts of their lives is to approve of the sin behind them. For example, when she loves her gay neighbors, she makes sure to understand the dynamics of their family:

I remember the right names so that I don’t confuse the children raised in LGBT homes. I know who is Mama and who is Mommy and I teach my children to get it right too. . . . I ponder: Have I made myself safe to share the real hardships of your day-to-day living, or am I still so burdened . . . that I can’t even see the daggers in my hands? (53–54)

Viewing your neighbors as whole people, and not just caricatures, allows you to participate in scenes like the following:

When the tears spill as a neighbor I love confesses that her partner finds her ugly and makes fun of her, I can gently move in, with warm hands, steaming mugs of strong coffee, and full eye contact, saying only this: Jesus would never treat you like this. Jesus loves his daughters perfectly. (54)

“Engaging in radically ordinary hospitality means we provide the time necessary to build strong relationships with people who think differently than we do, as well as build strong relationships from within the family of God,” she writes in her preface. “It means we know that only hypocrites and cowards let their words be stronger than their relationships, making sneaky raids into culture on social media or behaving like moralizing social prigs in the neighborhood” (13).

Give Your . . . Home

Radically ordinary hospitality isn’t just the thing that wins us an audience with people who need to hear the gospel. It’s the thing that teaches us to speak, as we increasingly find ourselves with witnesses to our home life:

Because it is not “just us” here, because you have chosen company with hurting people who have your house key, you are not going to let your guard down. Your children are learning how to live and share the gospel with fluency and how to love it before a watching world. (116)

This isn’t just a pleasant picture of additional ministry we can pick up in our retirement years. It’s a picture of the kind of lifestyle to which every Christian has been called—remembering that without this sacrificial giving of the home, many of us would never have met Christ ourselves.