Just one problem: we don't know that many people to ask. But my husband is never one to shirk a challenge, so on Friday night he told me he'd met someone who's sleeping rough at the Kotel until he gets his aliya status sorted out, and that he'd invited him for Friday night supper.
Let me tell you, he ended up being a very sweet, sincere guy. I was really touched by my guest's mesirut nefesh (self-sacrifice). He'd come to Israel on a one-way ticket with barely any money, because he got lit up with holy enthusiasm to live a more authentic orthodox lifestyle, and he felt he couldn't really do that where he was living.
He'd had a quite a time of it since then, and in between grabbing any Torah lessons at any yeshiva he could, he was trying to sort out his status as a new immigrant.
In the meantime, his money's run out, and he's sleeping rough at the Kotel, with such a good grace it's embarrassing for me to remember how much I've been moaning about living somewhere rented, that doesn't have a bath.
After he left, I went to bed truly grateful for my bed. And my blankets. And the roof over my head.
I woke up feeling truly grateful for my bed, my blankets, my roof, my food, my sneaky bar of hazelnut chocolate that I love eating for Shabbat breakfast.
My husband said to me later that he felt we'd just had our first ever 'real' guest for Shabbat. Sure, we've had people we don't know before, people who don't keep mitzvoth before, even people we don't like very much before - but all those people had somewhere else they could be. They had a home, an oven, an ability to make their own meals etc.
This was the first time we ever had a 'guest' in the truest sense of the word, and it felt like a massive privilege.
Who is like your people, Hashem? Not for the first time, I felt privileged to be part of Am Yisrael. Every single one of us is so beautiful, and the more I'm looking for that diamond in every person I meet, the more G-d is uncovering it for me.