{"id":9142,"date":"2013-04-08T02:40:00","date_gmt":"2013-04-08T02:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/?p=9142"},"modified":"2026-10-02T01:35:55","modified_gmt":"2026-10-02T01:35:55","slug":"neighbors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/?p=9142","title":{"rendered":"Neighbors"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><span style=\"color: white\">Melissa and I have been walking the neighborhood for exercise this past week or so &#8211; ever since spring decided to finally arrive. And, often as we walk, we pray.\u00a0 It&#8217;s only natural, therefore, that I have found myself praying a few times for my neighbors lately.\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">It will be two years ago this coming August that we moved in with Melissa&#8217;s mother after renting out our own house in order to pay down some debts before entering the mission field full time.\u00a0 We never thought we would be here this long, but you know how time flies.\u00a0 Trudy has been more than gracious to us and we have all we need here.<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">Still, we miss our old neighborhood.\u00a0 It had a different feel to it than any other place we had ever lived.\u00a0 People KNEW each other.\u00a0 And I always suspected that was due in no small part to a couple from our church who took it upon themselves to host occasional ice cream socials for all the neighbors.\u00a0 <\/span><span style=\"color: white\">Yesterday was our first gorgeous Saturday of the year around here and the list of outside chores was so long that I had the luxury of picking a handful that I actually didn&#8217;t mind doing.\u00a0 First up was the birdhouse we gave Trudy for Christmas.\u00a0 I put it together a few weeks ago, but didn&#8217;t have a ladder tall enough to get it to the top of the pole beside her house.\u00a0 <\/span><span style=\"color: white\">Now I am not the most assertive person (to say the least).\u00a0 So yesterday I briefly considered buying a new ladder, but I kept coming back to the thought that there were probably a dozen tall ladders in our neighborhood and it would only make sense to find one close by to borrow &#8211; it just meant that I would have to approach a complete stranger to ask for a favor.\u00a0 God&#8217;s been working with me on assertiveness (fundraising for Haiti has been one long lesson in assertiveness) and I had a hunch this thought was from Him.<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">So I gathered all my tools\u00a0and the birdhouse around the base of the pole, and when there was nothing more\u00a0I could do without an actual ladder, I walked over to the house next door.\u00a0\u00a0It turns out\u00a0my neighbor&#8217;s\u00a0name is Ron and he\u00a0owns a 20 foot extension ladder.\u00a0 Perfect!\u00a0 He was super friendly and told me just to put the ladder back beside his house when I was done with it.<\/span><span style=\"color: white\"><span style=\"background-color: yellow\">Upon completing the birdhouse project,\u00a0I started looking around for other jobs that needed a ladder.\u00a0 The\u00a0most obvious\u00a0was a giant branch that had been broken by a storm in one of the big maples out front.\u00a0 The branch\u00a0had been\u00a0lodged horizontally 15 feet up in the tree for a year.\u00a0 It looked terrible, but we had all gotten used to it.\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: white\">So I went after it with my borrowed ladder and my saws-all &#8230; which is not as useful as a chainsaw.\u00a0 Melissa came out to watch and she didn&#8217;t say a word, but she gave the distinct impression she was waiting for an accident and readying a response consisting\u00a0of &#8220;I told you so&#8221; or dialing 911, or both, depending on the severity.<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">Thankfully, the guy who lives across the street came outside, introduced himself (Virgil!) and offered the use of his chainsaw.\u00a0 (I don&#8217;t know why it had not occurred to me that there were probably just as many chainsaws in the neighborhood as there are extension ladders.)<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">So after a year and a half of meeting nobody around here, in one day I met Ron and Virgil.\u00a0 The day left me pondering something I had noticed about Jesus&#8217; Good Samaritan parable in Luke 10 the last time I looked at it: The teacher of the law prompts the parable by asking, &#8220;Who is my neighbor?&#8221; and Jesus finishes his story with the flip-side question of &#8220;Who acted as a neighbor to the man?&#8221;\u00a0 In essence, Jesus is saying that there&#8217;s no litmus test for what constitutes a neighbor in regards to &#8220;Love\u00a0your neighbor as you love yourself&#8221;.\u00a0 <\/span><span style=\"color: white\">But our literal neighbors would be an excellent and logical starting point.\u00a0\u00a0Melissa and I\u00a0are hoping that we will be moving from this neighborhood in\u00a0a few months, but until we do, I want to find tangible ways to love our literal neighbors. If we are called to be salt and light, shouldn&#8217;t that start in our own neighborhoods?\u00a0 And doesn&#8217;t going into &#8220;all the world&#8221; with the gospel necessarily (and perhaps especially) begin with the families and individuals on our block?<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">I&#8217;m feeling convicted.\u00a0 It feels like another of those basic\u00a0lessons God is teaching me during this period of waiting.<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">Especially after today.\u00a0 Yesterday I met Ron and Virgil for the first time.\u00a0 Today, an ambulance and several police cars showed up at the house on the other side of Ron&#8217;s house.\u00a0 Apparently someone\u00a0there committed suicide.\u00a0 I know nothing of the circumstances.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t even know the name of the deceased or anyone who lives in the house.<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">I wish I did.\u00a0 <\/span><span style=\"color: white\">And I&#8217;m sure I should.<\/span><span style=\"color: white\">I&#8217;m starting to think an ice cream social might be a good starting point.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Melissa and I have been walking the neighborhood for exercise this past week or so &#8211; ever since spring decided to finally arrive. And, often as we walk, we pray.\u00a0 It&#8217;s only natural, therefore, that I have found myself praying a few times for my neighbors lately.\u00a0It will be two years ago this coming August [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9142","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9142"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9142\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9143,"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9142\/revisions\/9143"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevegrossblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}