Our Church visits a nursing home every month... We play our guitars and mandolins and banjos and sing. Last night our group was smaller than usual,and everyone was tired, so we were going to cut the service short.
Before we could leave, a little lady in a wheelchair said:"please stay a little longer and sing a few more songs"
"we don't hear much music like this."
Others started asking for songs, and we wound up staying the whole hour.
The Scripture above came to me while we were singing..perhaps angels were in the room with the ones in
wheelchairs and walkers.
Maybe in our weak, human way, we did entertain angels...
Have a blessed day.
Love,
Shirley
