THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL.
The Stranger.
By Bobby Davis
May 14th, 2026
“Do not forget to entertain strangers….” Hebrews 13:2.
I’d just gotten my new (to me) car, and this afternoon, I wanted to go for a ride. I thought maybe I’d attend a recovery group in a city two hours away and find some friends I’d never met. But I couldn’t find the meeting place, and after stopping for directions, my car wouldn’t start!
Nervous and alone, I decided to walk to the meeting, but soon I was hopelessly lost. By the time I turned back, the streets were coming alive with those who prefer to be up all night, and now I was really scared.
Reaching the gas station again, I called a cab; but as we pulled up to the meeting place, people were leaving. Oh no, I’m too late! I thought, as I went inside.
A young man was at the sink, washing coffee cups. “You missed the meeting!” he said, good-naturedly.
“I know,” I said, “but not for lack of trying.”
Brett finished washing the cups as he listened to my story, then said, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take care of you. We’re going out for a bite to eat. Come along. You’re with us, now.”
Later, at Denny’s, everyone wanted to know what happened to me. “Where are you staying?” someone asked, and I barely got out, “I don’t know,” before I had several offers.
“We have a couch if you don’t mind the kids and the dogs,” one couple said.
“Or you can stay at our house; we have a spare bedroom,” another chimed in.
Are these people really offering me a place to sleep? They don’t know me at all! I thought.
Then Brett spoke up. “Nope. He’s staying at my house,” he announced, and later, after talking for hours, I slept soundly—until breakfast smells woke me up.
“Thought you might wanna get something in you before we go see about your car,” he said.
Since I didn’t have much cash on me, Brett paid for the tow to the repair shop. “I’ll pay you back,” I offered, but he waved it off. “Nah, just help the next guy that needs it. You’re family.”
Fairly new to the area, I didn’t know anyone well enough to ask them to come pick me up, but finally I called a little lady I’d met at a meeting back home. She didn’t hesitate, and later I learned that she had a fear of driving out of town, and hadn’t driven farther than 10 miles in decades!
Brett called me every day for a week. “Just checking on your state of mind,” he’d say, offering to help in any way he could.
Replacing the timing belt on my car wasn’t cheap, but my dad offered to cover it until I could save up the money. A week later, my car was back (and Dad wouldn’t let me repay him, either).
Grateful for how God had taken care of me, I remembered a Bible verse I learned as a kid. Leviticus 19:34 says, “The stranger who dwells among you shall be to you as one born among you, and you shall love him as yourself; for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.”
How many church folk would offer a complete stranger a place to stay for the night? I wondered. Yet these folks didn’t hesitate. Then I asked if I would do such a thing, and was embarrassed to admit that I probably would not.
Somehow, God always senses when I need to learn something about myself. And when I do, I learn something about Him, too.
The Stranger.
By Bobby Davis
May 14th, 2026
“Do not forget to entertain strangers….” Hebrews 13:2.
I’d just gotten my new (to me) car, and this afternoon, I wanted to go for a ride. I thought maybe I’d attend a recovery group in a city two hours away and find some friends I’d never met. But I couldn’t find the meeting place, and after stopping for directions, my car wouldn’t start!
Nervous and alone, I decided to walk to the meeting, but soon I was hopelessly lost. By the time I turned back, the streets were coming alive with those who prefer to be up all night, and now I was really scared.
Reaching the gas station again, I called a cab; but as we pulled up to the meeting place, people were leaving. Oh no, I’m too late! I thought, as I went inside.
A young man was at the sink, washing coffee cups. “You missed the meeting!” he said, good-naturedly.
“I know,” I said, “but not for lack of trying.”
Brett finished washing the cups as he listened to my story, then said, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take care of you. We’re going out for a bite to eat. Come along. You’re with us, now.”
Later, at Denny’s, everyone wanted to know what happened to me. “Where are you staying?” someone asked, and I barely got out, “I don’t know,” before I had several offers.
“We have a couch if you don’t mind the kids and the dogs,” one couple said.
“Or you can stay at our house; we have a spare bedroom,” another chimed in.
Are these people really offering me a place to sleep? They don’t know me at all! I thought.
Then Brett spoke up. “Nope. He’s staying at my house,” he announced, and later, after talking for hours, I slept soundly—until breakfast smells woke me up.
“Thought you might wanna get something in you before we go see about your car,” he said.
Since I didn’t have much cash on me, Brett paid for the tow to the repair shop. “I’ll pay you back,” I offered, but he waved it off. “Nah, just help the next guy that needs it. You’re family.”
Fairly new to the area, I didn’t know anyone well enough to ask them to come pick me up, but finally I called a little lady I’d met at a meeting back home. She didn’t hesitate, and later I learned that she had a fear of driving out of town, and hadn’t driven farther than 10 miles in decades!
Brett called me every day for a week. “Just checking on your state of mind,” he’d say, offering to help in any way he could.
Replacing the timing belt on my car wasn’t cheap, but my dad offered to cover it until I could save up the money. A week later, my car was back (and Dad wouldn’t let me repay him, either).
Grateful for how God had taken care of me, I remembered a Bible verse I learned as a kid. Leviticus 19:34 says, “The stranger who dwells among you shall be to you as one born among you, and you shall love him as yourself; for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.”
How many church folk would offer a complete stranger a place to stay for the night? I wondered. Yet these folks didn’t hesitate. Then I asked if I would do such a thing, and was embarrassed to admit that I probably would not.
Somehow, God always senses when I need to learn something about myself. And when I do, I learn something about Him, too.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL.
The Stranger.
By Bobby Davis
May 14th, 2026
“Do not forget to entertain strangers….” Hebrews 13:2.
I’d just gotten my new (to me) car, and this afternoon, I wanted to go for a ride. I thought maybe I’d attend a recovery group in a city two hours away and find some friends I’d never met. But I couldn’t find the meeting place, and after stopping for directions, my car wouldn’t start!
Nervous and alone, I decided to walk to the meeting, but soon I was hopelessly lost. By the time I turned back, the streets were coming alive with those who prefer to be up all night, and now I was really scared.
Reaching the gas station again, I called a cab; but as we pulled up to the meeting place, people were leaving. Oh no, I’m too late! I thought, as I went inside.
A young man was at the sink, washing coffee cups. “You missed the meeting!” he said, good-naturedly.
“I know,” I said, “but not for lack of trying.”
Brett finished washing the cups as he listened to my story, then said, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take care of you. We’re going out for a bite to eat. Come along. You’re with us, now.”
Later, at Denny’s, everyone wanted to know what happened to me. “Where are you staying?” someone asked, and I barely got out, “I don’t know,” before I had several offers.
“We have a couch if you don’t mind the kids and the dogs,” one couple said.
“Or you can stay at our house; we have a spare bedroom,” another chimed in.
Are these people really offering me a place to sleep? They don’t know me at all! I thought.
Then Brett spoke up. “Nope. He’s staying at my house,” he announced, and later, after talking for hours, I slept soundly—until breakfast smells woke me up.
“Thought you might wanna get something in you before we go see about your car,” he said.
Since I didn’t have much cash on me, Brett paid for the tow to the repair shop. “I’ll pay you back,” I offered, but he waved it off. “Nah, just help the next guy that needs it. You’re family.”
Fairly new to the area, I didn’t know anyone well enough to ask them to come pick me up, but finally I called a little lady I’d met at a meeting back home. She didn’t hesitate, and later I learned that she had a fear of driving out of town, and hadn’t driven farther than 10 miles in decades!
Brett called me every day for a week. “Just checking on your state of mind,” he’d say, offering to help in any way he could.
Replacing the timing belt on my car wasn’t cheap, but my dad offered to cover it until I could save up the money. A week later, my car was back (and Dad wouldn’t let me repay him, either).
Grateful for how God had taken care of me, I remembered a Bible verse I learned as a kid. Leviticus 19:34 says, “The stranger who dwells among you shall be to you as one born among you, and you shall love him as yourself; for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.”
How many church folk would offer a complete stranger a place to stay for the night? I wondered. Yet these folks didn’t hesitate. Then I asked if I would do such a thing, and was embarrassed to admit that I probably would not.
Somehow, God always senses when I need to learn something about myself. And when I do, I learn something about Him, too.
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