Today I’m linking up over at Hormonal Imbalances for Sunday Confessions.
Yes, it’s true. I’ve lived in my house for over 5 years and I hardly know any of my neighbors.
I know the single gal immediately to the left and the old man immediately to the right, but that’s about it.
I think Jesus was serious when he told us to “love our neighbors as ourselves” and I’ve epically failed at this one. I mean you have to know your neighbors before you can love them!
Don’t get me wrong. I know Jesus was using the term “neighbor” to refer to a broad span of folks, not just the people you share a property line with. However, I think our literal neighbors are a good place to start!
I’ve seen countless people move into the houses on our block, but I’m too lazy (or too much of a pansy!) to walk over to introduce myself and say hello. Don’t you think that the Christian on the block should be a little nicer than that?!
Every Christmas I think to myself, “I should make extra cookies and walk them over to my neighbors’ houses to wish them a Merry Christmas”. But then I don’t do it. That’s 5 Christmases of having the thought and 5 Christmases of chickening out. Ugh.
Then there was that one time that I called the police about neighbors across the street who were being SUPER loud well into the night. The kind of loud that I could hear from my bed even though the windows were closed. I’ll bet those neighbors would have really thought I was all kinds of awesome for summoning the cops to bang on their door at 3am.
Now, I’m not overtly mean or anything, but I’m not putting myself out there to get to know these folks and I feel like I should be.
So, rather than just confessing my shortcomings on this one, I’m going to do something tangible to make amends. Andy and I are hosting a BBQ “open house” on June 5th in an effort to get to know the people on our block. I’ll let you know how it goes!
I’ll also let you know if I end up buying a hundred burgers and dogs only to have 3 people show up…