You see, this thing we call discipleship is a wild and precious journey.  It takes us from what we are used to and transports us to unfamiliar places where we find a familiar grace.  Sure, I had never been to Macedonia or Philippi.  However, I sure did recognize the hospitality that was shown us by Lydia and her family.  It was the hospitality that was first shown to me when I was on the road to Damascus and I was struck blind and had to be led back home and cared for for several days.  I’ve received that hospitality.  And I believe it is my duty to reciprocate it.