Wednesday, January 11, 2012
A Bad Neighbor
The week before Christmas my kids heard sirens in our neighborhood. We looked out the window and across the street there were two police cars, two ambulances and a fire truck. We sat in the window "rubber necking" and then we saw someone being carried out on a stretcher. The kids and I immediately prayed for this person.
I planned that week to take a card and some baked goods over to this neighbor (we've done this to this particular house twice before but never heard back from them, which is fine). But it was the week of Christmas and I got caught up in all that I had to do before the holiday. I got caught up in me and honestly forgot all about it.
On the Wednesday after Christmas I happened to look out the window and the street was packed with cars. When I looked closer, I saw a lot of people dressed up, mostly in black, coming out of the neighbor's house. My neighbor had died.
My neighbor died and I never did anything about it. I never took over that card saying I was praying. I never even prayed, after that first day. I never mentioned Jesus to this neighbor. I never invited them to church. I never asked if I could help them with anything. Honestly, I don't even know if it was a man or woman that died and I still haven't made a move since then to connect with the family left behind.
Friends, there are hurting people everywhere. I don't know if my neighbor was saved or not. I don't know if they were dealing with physical pain or emotional turmoil. But I do know that I needed to make a connection and I just didn't.