Inn Keeper for the Lord

Over Christmas Break I went on a road trip with my family. We traveled through St. George, to Queen Creek, Arizona, to Flagstaff, and back to St. George again on our way home. We saw a lot of my extended family, but the main purpose of the trip was to visit my Grandma Atkin in Flagstaff, Arizona. I haven't been to her house in years, and it was good to visit her, but one thing that she talked about stuck with me enough to share with all of you.
My grandma is one of the most generous people I know. She never has been much for housekeeping, but it is because she puts people first and always has. We always say that she has rubber walls and infinite beds. The number of lives she has personally blessed is countless. Her house is always open for people who need a place to stay for the night, and her wallet has probably lent and given more money than she has ever spent on herself. The people she helps are often strangers and sometimes they don't even speak the same language. There are many Japanese, Hawaiian, and Navajo people that know and love her.  Her garage is full of other people's things that needed a place to put things just for a little while (which turns into years). She goes out with the sister missionaries weekly, and is working on the guy at the Verizon Store (she had him over for dinner and everything). My dad still remembers how mortified he felt when she shared the gospel with a motorcycle gang at McDonald's when he was young. She truly has the right perspective on life.
You might think what she does might not be safe, and surely she has had a few people use her and take things valuable from her, but she doesn't let it stop her from continuing to give. They are just things after all, and things aren't really what matter in life, she tells me.
I was talking to her while we were visiting, and she shared how one day while she was riding a train home from somewhere, an analogy for her role in life occurred to her (by the spirit, I think). She is quite the writer, so she wrote a short essay about it. I don't have her essay or her eloquence, but I do want to share the idea of it. When Joseph and Mary went to Bethlehem and couldn't find a place to stay, a thoughtful inn keeper who realized that a bustling inn full of people and animals wasn't the place to have a baby let them use his stable for more privacy. That innkeeper provided a place for the birth of the Lord.
When the Lord shared the parable of the Good Samaritan, he wasn't able to take care of all of the hurt man's needs. He picked him off of the road, bound his wounds, and took him to an inn where he left him the care of the inn keeper to be cared for. He didn't do all of the healing himself, he just paid for it.
Similarly, Christ needs inn keepers on earth. He pays for the healing his people need, but he needs inn keepers to help him with his healing work. My grandmother views her role in life as an inn keeper for the Lord. And she is. That inn keeper on the road back home is there to help heal. That road is a dangerous place, but the inn keeper won't suffer too severe of damages because everyone recognizes the need for a good inn keeper on that road. They are protected.
I'm not sure that my role in life will be to be as literal of an inn keeper as my grandmother, but in some small way I hope to help with the healing of the Lord's people and in that way serve as an Inn Keeper of the Lord.