The Mirror.
It looked at me this weekend. The mirror of the past, the mirror of the present.
I had the opportunity to be nice, to be friendly, to be a friend to someone I met this past weekend. You see, she had moved to my town 2 years ago. I saw her at church. I saw her church activities. But I never stopped to smile. To say Hello. To ask of her name. To ask if she was new in town. Oh wait, I think I did know that, someone had told me. The mental slap feels strong to me. It stops me. It hurts.
I was no better.
Now I'm the new mom in a new town attending a church where noone talks to me. It's my turn.
I was no better.
The mental slap feels even stronger.
Dear Lord, forgive me.
I pray that God opens my eyes. His greatest commandment: Love your neighbor.
It doesn't give specifics on how that looks in today's world. But I bet it means I shouldn't be ignoring people. It's not "someone else's problem" to be nice, and God makes it our business to have fellowship with each other. He designed us to need each other, not to live in isolation from each other.
We need to break the Necessary Familiar Face Syndrome....where a new person needs to repeatedly "show up" by appearing at Bible studies, restaurants, churches, grocery stores, community events, school events for months to eventually turn from a stranger to a "familar face". At which time local will eventually and finally acknowledge the "familiar face". And it's going to start with me.
I was no better.
