Who is my neighbor?
We still like to ask that question, don’t we? We don’t want “that guy” to be our neighbor, do we?
One weekend, my friend Adam at darnellia taught from Matthew 22:34-40 about loving God and loving neighbor. When he returned home, he found out that “that guy” was his neighbor physically. (You know what I mean by “that guy”… the person who really rubs you the wrong way.) You can read about it in his post “A stunning (though elementary, really) revelation.”
Lately, I’m beginning to understand that anyone who God brings into my life is my neighbor. Even “that guy” or “that girl”… yes, even them… perhaps especially them.