Won’t Ya Be my Neighbor…

One of the teachers of the law came and heard them debating. Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, “Of all the commandments, which is the most important?”
“The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[g] There is no commandment greater than these.”
“Well said, teacher,” the man replied. “You are right in saying that God is one and there is no other but him. To love him with all your heart, with all your understanding and with all your strength, and to love your neighbor as yourself is more important than all burnt offerings and sacrifices.”
When Jesus saw that he had answered wisely, he said to him, “You are not far from the kingdom of God.” And from then on no one dared ask him any more questions. Mark 12:28-34, NIV


How well do we really know our “neighbor” – or our friends for that matter? I once read somewhere long since forgotten that if you say you know your friend well, you should also know where they hurt. Hmmm…. I am not sure that I can answer that for some of the people I call “friend,” but I do know that I will be paying more attention.

There are many people that suffer in silence through various trials, challenges, and situations that do not have to do so alone. Many of them choose this particular avenue of dealing with their circumstances, but there are those who do so because they doubt that anyone would care anyway. There may be hints that are dropped or abstract comments made just to see if anyone is listening, but it never goes further than that. There are times when the fact that a “friend” is too busy to see the real picture of what is going on just compounds the problem and seems to “prove” that they were right to feel alone in the first place.

Are we so busy working that we forget to serve? Have we neglected to serve and care for our brothers and sisters within the body? Are we so wrapped up in our own lives and our own worlds that we forget to take the time to really see what is going on around us, to get to know those whom the Lord has brought into our lives, to step outside of our comfort zones, to dare to take an honest look at our surroundings? This is not always easy to do and I am the first one to admit that I get wrapped up in my to-do list on a regular basis. However, I cannot allow myself to do so anymore.

I pray that you will take the time during the next week to really open your eyes and your heart to the people around you. Take the time to dare to look in their eyes – and don’t shy away if you find some pain inside. Reach out to one another, pray for one another, care for one another. If you don’t cherish the heart of your brother or sister in Christ, then who will? If we don’t take the time to care for those who are hurting and suffering in silence, who will? It doesn’t even have to take up a big chunk of your day…maybe something just a simple as a “hello” or a note to let them know you were thinking about them – some way to let them know that they are not forgotten.

Be Jesus to those around you. After all, He was not afraid to reach out and touch the lepers, the untouchable ones. How can we do any less?

Wounds and Scars? Yeah, but what now?

As I am sure everyone has experienced, there has been people in our lives that have caused us emotional harm. Whether it was intentionally or not doesn’t matter. Passed over, over looked, disregarded, tossed out with the trash, taken for granted… Words have been said – or not said – that reached a quiet, tender portion of the heart and created an oozing wound. It is not a deep or desperate wound, but it is just enough to break the integrity of that space and leave a weeping cut. As the years go by, these wounds slowly scab over and stop weeping, but a scar has been left behind. Time after time, wound upon wound, these scars build up to the point where they take over the space. All of this happens so gradually that it is not even noticed. Defense mechanisms begin to be used to protect this hall of scars and become such a part of normal everyday life that they are not noticed as well. Life can continue on as if all is well and no one is the wiser to the well hidden, darkness covered depth of pain residing just under the surface. But what happens if the surface gets cracked?

In the quiet and stillness of the hall of scars residing within a wounded heart, how does one react when light is brought in? While it is very painful, that is where I find myself today. The Lord is steadily cracking open this shell I built around my heart to keep out the hurt, to shelter from the disregard, a place built to escape to when the world forgot I existed. Two unbelievable people have been sent into my life and have blasted the doors away. They have forced me to take a look at my reactions, my standard response lines, and the reality of the emotions behind the things I sarcastically say. Some of this has not been pretty at all, but it has been a huge wake-up call to my heart to start beating again.

For too many years, I allowed others and their words to determine my value or self-worth. Too many years were wasted wondering what other people thought, how I should fit in, and wondering why. But, in the midst of all of this, the Lord spoke to my heart last night: “And God chose what the world looks down on as common or regards as nothing in order to bring to nothing what the world considers important; so that no one should boast before God.” I Corinthians 1:28-29 (CJB)

Listen well to the words of life, my heart! There is hope! What it means, at least to me, is that even God has a plan for me and He finds value in me – especially because the world of my past did not. He saw me even then – and He still sees me now.

My prayer for you, my friend, is that you carefully choose your words. Cherish the heart of the person to whom you are speaking and guard it well. Some scars take a long time to heal, but the ones that were unnecessary and preventable can be the most painful.

Cherish the Body of Christ. Care for your fellow members. Do not overlook the ones who are not exactly like yourself. We were all created with great diversity so that we can each fulfill our role in His church. And it is HIS church, after all… Step out of your comfort zone, guard your tongue, think before your shoot darts out of your mouth, and learn to cherish that which is not like you. You just might be surprised at what you find – if you will dare to look beyond the veil, the mirror, and the walls.