Amy wrote a guest post over at The Glorious Table yesterday that we thought our Fringe readers might enjoy:
My husband and I were married August 5, 2000. Since then, we have moved eleven times. We have had many neighbors. Our first neighbors may have influenced our initial bad attitude toward loving the people who live around us.
We lived in a questionable neighborhood at the time, in a townhouse with a shared wall. Our neighbor was, shall we say, a deep sleeper. And when I say deep, I mean comatose. He was the kind of guy who used his stereo as an alarm, and it came on full blast. I’m pretty sure the whole street heard it when it went off. I can’t tell you how many times we had to go bang on his door because he stillwouldn’t wake up!
Jesus tells us we are to love our neighbors as ourselves (see Matt. 22:39). Many of us probably assess this command and think things like, “I love people. I do. I love lots of people, I serve people, and I try to think of others above myself.” Hopefully we realize we regularly fail at this.
But here’s my real question: What if loving our neighbors meant both the “everyone” kind of neighbor as well as our literal neighbors—the people who live across the street, on the other side of the wall, upstairs from us, or next door?