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Love Your Neighbor. Even If You Don’t Think They Deserve It.

>17 January 2013
 
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This article was first published here in Dec. 2010. I thought I’d bring it back from the archives, as I think we can all use the reminder to love even the unlovable every now and then.

One thing I do not miss about city living is having to deal with rude neighbors. Before we moved to our little homestead, we were miserably tolerating life in a noisy duplex in a not-so-great neighborhood. I’ll never forget our first run in with our new neighbor, Ms. Pam.

It was evening. My dad had come to visit with us and check out our new place. Jerry, Jada and my pregnant self had just moved in over the weekend. We were enjoying a nice conversation when all of a sudden we heard somebody outside laying on the horn, BEEEEEEEEEEP!! BEEEEEP, BEEEEEP!!!

Not a nice HONK, HONK. An obviously irritated, angry, obnoxiously loud blow.

I stuck my head out the door to see what was the matter, and got a good chewing out. Evidently my dad’s car was parked in our adjoining neighbor’s parking spot. I apologized politely, doing my best to keep a good testimony.

Nice to meet you too, neighbor!

The next night she did the same thing when my husband parked a little too closely to her parking spot (in her humble opinion). This time I didn’t do such a good job of hiding the irritation in my own voice as I again apologized. Why couldn’t she just nicely come over and speak to me civilly? I was extremely annoyed by her rudeness.

But that night the Lord spoke to my heart. He convicted me to invite her over for dinner. Of course, I tried to argue. Do I really have to, Lord? She’ll probably just say “No” and slam the door in my face. It’ll just be a total waste of time. You know how relentless the Holy Spirit can be sometimes though. I finally gave in just to clear my conscience. After all, what did I have to lose, except my dignity, right?

I took Jada by the hand and together we went next door and knocked. It took a moment, but she finally answered the door. I didn’t even know her name yet, nor did she know ours, but when she came I smiled warmly and said that we’d love to have her come over for dinner one night, to get to know her better. We made plans for the following night. I told her what I had in mind for dinner, and asked her if there was anything else she’d like to have, to which she didn’t hesitate to make a few suggestions.

I went back home surprised. Surprised that she actually accepted my invitation, and surprised at the joy I felt that she’d be coming over.

Ms. Pam was an older black lady, probably in her late-fifties/early sixties. She wore her hair very short, and usually had on a baseball cap. Her voice was gruff from years of smoking, and her face wore a scowl most of the time. She lived alone with her small dog and several cats whom she loved deeply. She’d never been married, never had children, and probably didn’t have many friends.

When she came the next night, I did my very best to be hospitable and kind, despite her lack of friendliness. Jerry was working nights then, so it was just me and Jada, and Ms. Pam. We talked while we ate. She asked a lot of questions about us, but didn’t say much about herself, only that she was a nurse. (Inside I felt kinda bad for her patients!) Our conversation struggled, though I kept a smile on my face and did my best.

Thank goodness for my precious Jada. She was truly a shining little light that evening. Like most kids will do, she was pulling out all of her favorite toys and showing them to Ms. Pam… and talking her ears off. But instead of being annoyed, Pam actually seemed entertained by Jada, and engaged in a nicer conversation with her than she had with me. She was even able to get a smile and a few laughs out of our grumpy neighbor! They quickly became friends.

From then on things were so much better between us. Pam was rude at times, but I chose to ignore it and did my best to show her the love of Christ regardless. But Jada… Jada had stolen Ms. Pam’s heart. Every time I’d see Pam out front she’d brighten up and ask, “Where’s that little girl?” (She never did call her by name.) She wanted Jada to come out and talk with her. Soon she was bringing candy, or sodas (which Jada wasn’t really allowed to have), or full containers of ice cream, or even little toys over for her. And of course, Jada just adored Ms. Pam. We even began taking walks with her and her little dog around the block a few times a week.

Once we got to know Ms. Pam she was a completely different person. I learned that she had been in the military growing up. She was very close with her father, but had not had a good relationship with her mother at all. Her father had asked her to never get married, so she never did.  She didn’t have much family, just a brother who wasn’t really around often.

In the year that we lived there I learned a valuable lesson from Ms. Pam. Everybody has a story. And whether we think they deserve it or not, we should do our best to show even the grumpiest person the love of Christ. You never know where they are coming from, or what losses they’ve suffered in life, and the Lord just might have placed you in their path for a purpose.

So the next time somebody cuts you off in traffic, or pushes by you in the grocery store, or perhaps merely gives you a dirty look as you pass by, remember that they are people with a past and could probably use some unconditional love. And if you have a neighbor that nobody likes, and seems to hate everybody and everything, I’d encourage you to extend a warm hand to them and show them the love our Father has shown us when we were miserable too. Don’t do it with the expectations of your kindness being well received or reciprocated, do it because it’s the right thing to do regardless of the response you get. And don’t stop.

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16 Comments »

  • JennP said:

    Thank you! This is just what I needed to hear.

  • Heidi said:

    I read this post… and then with tears running down my face, I read it again to my husband. We talked about how this type of message has been a theme in our daily lives lately. What a beautiful gift! I will always remember this story! Thank you!

  • Mona said:

    Very nice story. Love can change anyone :o)

  • barbara gantt said:

    Thank you for sharing this testimony to Gods grace, Barbara

  • Rachel said:

    What a lovely story! Thank you so much for sharing.

  • Kris said:

    Thanks for this. It is so much easier to judge than to love. This is a good reminder. It’s right up there with your Stealing Grapes post.

  • Emily said:

    I enjoyed reading this Kendra

  • Shaye E said:

    Great post, Kendra. I admire your willingness to be hospitible. It’s important to remember that all of us could be in different situations, and have a much different demeanour, if it weren’t for the grace of God. I’ve heard it said that as Christians, we should be like past-sreet-beggers telling the other beggers where they can find a meal (in Christ).

    What a blessing!

  • Kendra at New Life On A Homestead (author) said:

    Man, that’s tough Jaime. I’m so sorry you have to deal with that. I can totally understand your frustration!!! It’s not easy at all to be nice to people like that.

  • Jenn said:

    Kendra, this post was exactly what I needed. We have not so nice neighbors. When we first moved here we were training our dogs to stay in our yard, of course, they had to go over there and do their “duty”. Well, I came home to dog feces on my porch. I thought “Welcome to the neighborhood”. I was already depressed and tired from moving and missing my old house, tears were running down my face. My husband thought it was funny and said “Most people welcome you with some cookies or a casserole, boy that was some welcome!” But your so right you have the power to help someone with your kind words or sometimes even just a smile.

  • Kendra at New Life On A Homestead (author) said:

    Jenn,

    Man, that stinks! Literally! I hope you are able to create a fresh start with your neighbors. With Christmas coming up and all, this would be the perfect opportunity/excuse to bring them some fresh baked cookies or something, just to let them know there are no hard feelings on your end. If nothing else, you will at least leave them surprised at your kindness regardless of their unfriendly “gesture”.

  • Janis said:

    That was inspiring. Thank you.

  • akaGaGa said:

    A great story – and similar to one of mine. When we moved a few years ago, we moved into the home of a woman whose husband had recently died of cancer. His brother and wife lived in an adjoining lot. I heard from another neighbor as soon as we moved in that the brother & wife were mad at the widow for selling to us. They didn’t want strangers living there. They even put up a fence between our two yards.

    I had a day or two to think it over before I had the opportunity to introduce myself to our neighbors. I saw them in the yard, so quickly went out and introduced myself. I waxed poetical about the lovely new fence they had put up, admiring each of the bushes behind it. Said we were so happy to be here. This small, one-story home was just what we needed for my new physical limitations. I just kept happily bubbling over everything.

    They were so taken aback they didn’t really know what to say. I won’t say we’ve become great friends, but I will say we’re all good neighbors. We always wave at each other and sometimes stop just to chat.

    This is so much better than a neighbor who hates us for no reason. The Lord’s ways are always best.

  • Kendra at New Life On A Homestead (author) said:

    A beautiful story, akaGaGa. Thank you for sharing this. It’s so great to hear how you handled that situation, and softened their hearts before any major problems between you came about.

  • Jana Themom said:

    Thank you for such in inspiring example of Christ’s love at work. I especially liked your comment that everybody has a story. How true that is. We may not see it. Many people appear to “have it all”, but no one’s life is perfect. What better way to demonstrate God’s teaching than to act in His love. The family of one of the victims in the Connection shooting has started a Facebook page in honor of their daughter. Frequently they post what seems to be their motto: Love wins!! That’s a great thought for all of us. Again, thank you for showing us how true it is.

  • Ann said:

    WOW is all I can say. Hospitality is my weak point! So awesome!

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