“Who is my neighbor?”

But he, desiring to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

– Luke 10:29 (ESV)

Those of us who are deep thinkers (note: that’s not necessarily a good thing) often are guilty of making things too hard.

Who is my neighbor? This one I am to love and sacrifice for?

Yesterday I felt that still, small voice remind me who my neighbor was. And – a rarity – I did something about it. It was a small thing, but I’ve found that the Kingdom of heaven is built out of a billion small things. Me being one of them.

When asking “who is my neighbor?” I’m hoping that I’ll learn not to ponder so deeply, adopting “a chin in a hand and a thoughtful pose” as the Indigo Girls once sang, and instead walk to my front door, take a step out onto the porch, and turn to my right or left.

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