Man, you ought to see my neighbors! I can’t find a righteous one in the bunch. One of them stumbles home drunk just about every night. One is so big from his gluttonous lifestyle that he can barely walk. A woman across the street has been married three or four times and it seems like there’s a different car parked in her driveway every night. Oh, and I hear she’s had an abortion or two, as well. I can’t prove it, but I’ll swear the young couple on the cul-de-sac are strung out on drugs. Three doors down there is a guy who did time for some sort of tax fraud. I used to have two men living next door that were married to each other. As shameful as that sounds, you know, they were actually super nice guys. They were probably the friendliest neighbors I ever had. They moved away a few years ago. A family with a Jesus fish on all their cars moved in. I was excited about it when I saw they were Christians but I’ve barely talked to them at all since they’ve been here. They are probably as concerned about all the neighborhood sinners as I am and just stay holed up in their house.
You know, it’s funny…I’ve heard preachers point out the evils of same sex relationships a lot. They don’t talk too much about gluttony, getting drunk, divorce, drug use, tax fraud and all that stuff, but homosexuality gets a lot of attention. When I had gay neighbors, of course, I kept my distance. I’d wave back at them when they greeted me, but I never approached them or said much more than hi. I figured that was my duty as a Christian, you know, I wouldn’t want to send them mixed signals that I somehow approved of them.
I don’t really talk much to anyone around the neighborhood. I don’t guess they’d like me much, since I’m a Christian and they obviously are not. Maybe that family with the Jesus fish would like me, but they don’t offer many chances to talk to them. Besides, last November, I noticed they had an election sign in their yard that supported a Democrat for Senate, so how Christian could they really be anyway? A lot of the other neighbors are out all the time. They talk to each other and seem to have a good time. If I’m being honest, I guess I’m a little envious of that. But I feel sorry for them, too. They are the lost. They need to get to church and get right with God.
Throughout this process, too few on either side are truly searching the path that Jesus left as an example.
Everyone is pointing fingers at one another and that leaves precious few fingers pointing to Christ.
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