Living in a neighborhood is new for us.
My kids have lived their whole lives in a house on a busy street where cars sped around corners and it wasn’t safe to get your mail out of your mailbox, much less bike ride or walk to a friend’s house. We had neighbors on one side of our yard, but an empty, wooded lot on the other side.
There was no communal place to play. No sidewalks. If my kids wanted to see friends, I arranged a play date and drove them back and forth.
When I wanted to take a walk, I drove into town, unloaded the stroller, walked my son down Main Street and back, climbed back into the minivan to drive home.
Now, though, we’re slipping into something new: Neighborhood life.
Friendly dogs pop over to our house for random visits and we say hello to “Abby” the red-haired retriever and “Bruno” the little black and white fellow with the stubby tail from next door.
My daughter rides her bike for the first time pretty much ever and we take walks and wave to people we know and even those we don’t.
We call out to others about the beautiful weather when a summer’s evening feels unusually cool and we are blessed with extra tomatoes out of the abundance of a backyard garden nearby.
I feel held accountable to keep up with the garden weeds, even in the heat of July, even when I’m busy, even after a summer rain shower that makes everything grow like a jungle overnight. No more calling it quits in my yard the first time the temperature hits 90 degrees.
After a week or so in our new house, my husband actually had to explain some neighborhood-life tips to our kids.
- You don’t have to ring your own doorbell when you get home from being outside. This is your own house . You can just come on in.
- Don’t just invite yourself over for dinner at a friend’s. If they are ready to eat dinner, come on home.
We’re all learning and adjusting a bit.
Maybe learning to live in a neighborhood is a lesson for all of us.
Maybe it doesn’t come naturally, this staying close, being held accountable, giving and taking and sharing and caring.
After all, even Jesus’s followers didn’t always know what to do.
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”
But, who is my neighbor anyway and do I really have to love ‘that guy’?
The disciples surely had some growing to do in the neighborhood-life department, too. They weren’t alike and perhaps didn’t have that much in common outside of Jesus.
They were fishermen and a tax collector, a zealot, and Nathaniel sounds to me like a well-educated skeptic.
Some were related by blood, some were friends, others were outsiders.
And, as people in close proximity are wont to do, they fought over superiority and responsibilities and decisions.
What drew them together wasn’t their “sameness.” It was simply going where Jesus was going, following where Jesus led them, working together as a team to minister as Jesus sent them out.
They were fellow-travelers and “bunk mates.” Surely, they had to learn to be each other’s neighbor along the way.
In the Old Testament, Ruth declared her never-ending, stick-to-it loyalty to her mother-in-law Naomi like this:
But Ruth said, “Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God (Ruth 1:16 ESV).
This is what she promised : “I’ll go with you.”
There can’t be many sentences in this life more powerful than that.
Not just “I’ll pray for you” or “I hope you have a nice trip” or even “I’ll watch your stuff until you get back.”
Not that. This: I’ll pack my bags and put on my walking shoes and I will go with you.
The disciples traveled together.
Ruth and Naomi traveled together.
Who is traveling with you?
Stacey Thacker writes,
The presence of a friend can encourage us to not turn back in grief, but to look forward with hope (Fresh Out of Amazing).
We all need a little whisper of hope today and we all know someone who needs us to whisper hope to them.
None of us can traipse along as fellow-travelers with every single person we meet. We’d be drained and exhausted.
But we can’t set off all by our lonesome selves either.
Instead, God draws us to the right people and we choose to follow His lead. We whisper the words to them….or maybe they whisper to us: “I’ll go with you. We can be neighbors.”