Who is my neighbor?

 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

“What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”

He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”

“You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

“Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”


The point that Jesus is trying to emphasize is a widening concept of the term neighbor. In an overly religious setting the walls of ‘neighbor’ were defined very strictly. Jesus steps in to say that anyone in need, no matter what differences you have, is a neighbor in need of God’s grace and your concern.

And this thought has called, encouraged and sent Christian missionaries around the world for hundreds of years. We have concluded (rightly) that anyone in need is our neighbor. We have taken Jesus’ message to heart.

But in our zeal to fulfill this call we have forgotten something that is hugely important to Jesus: our actual neighbors.

Picture your house, apartment or living quarters. Make a grid like a tic-tac-toe board and put yourself in the center.

If each section of the grid were a neighbors house, could you list the eight closest people that live next to you? What else do you know about them? Can you list everyone in the house? Are they more than casual acquaintances; would you actually consider them friends?

The times I’ve done this have shown that less than 50% of people can name a majority of people around them and very few can name all eight. The speaker this last weekend shared similar results.

In our Christian passion to share our faith with the whole world we have forgotten those that live immediately around us. We have become blinded by going to all the world that we have forgotten the immediacy of those around that need to hear about Jesus.

This is one reason I push missional theology. It forces us to wrestle with the way we think of “Christian missions.” The job isn’t always ‘to go’ to exotic places and eat different food. Sometimes Christ’s call is to stay and be with those he has put around us. It’s to know about Bill and Brenda. Have them into your home and be more than fence sharers, be real neighbors. Love them into the Kingdom.

My Neighbor and the “F” Word!

So I have this neighbor that lives in our subdivision that we affectionately refer to as Effin Jeff, because about every other word out of his mouth is the “F” word.

I can’t help it…I like the guy!

My wife told me “I know why you like him so much, he’s real”!

She is absolutely right….he is real….there is no pretense to him. What you see is what you get. He is as authentic as authentic can be. He is as some would call him, “a man’s man”. He’s a little rough around the edges, but he will do anything for you.

He is the kind of man that’s not afraid of an honest days work, and will work his tail off for you for an honest buck. I have seen him work at our place, mowing, edging, cleaning up brush around our acre of land. At first I hired him because he was cheaper than anyone else….but soon realized that he does a better job than anyone else has ever done on my thick, eternally green, St. Augustine, one acre lawn. And believe me, I have had some real winners do our lawn. One actually cut, or I should say burned, a huge figure 8 in our lawn just before a big get together on Easter one year.

What is wrong with a Christian being real, authentic, transparent, vulnerable?
Why do we insist on wearing masks and being something or someone we are not?
Why are we afraid to show our flaws or admit our weaknesses?
Why do we feel the need to “appear” that we have it all together?

Shouldn’t we be the ones to corner the market on being hard workers, full of integrity, people you can count on? I can tell you from experience, it’s not the case, and I have hired several hoping to find the exception to the rule.

Jesus was a man’s man. He was tough when it was warranted. He went to those who needed him. He spoke truth. He talked the talk and walked the walk. When He talked, people listened. He knew when to be silent.

I want to be that kind of man.

I know from getting to know my neighbor, that is the only kind of person he will listen to and respect. I have a feeling our conversations are about to get really interesting.