I left the radio off while I drove to my study this morning. This gave me a few moments of quiet to reflect. But wouldn’t you know it, an old song that I do not even like was running through my head. “Two doors down they’re laughing and singing and having a party . . ” Then Dolly Pardon sings, ” . . . two doors down they’re not aware that I’m around.” I wonder, who lives two doors down from me?
To my south two doors down is a church building. Two doors to my north is an older couple whose house in the country burned to the ground and moved into a rental house their daughter owns. Immediately to my south is the preacher for the church beside his home. Immediately to my north is a small family who recently moved into that rental house. Across the road from me lives a brother of one of the members at Parrish Church of Christ where I worship. Next to him is a large lot on one side and a young family on the other.
At my house we celebrate that we have salvation through the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ. We are having a party – daily! What about my neighbors? Will I invite them to our party? Or will they think think of me like Dolly Pardon sang of her neighbors, ” . . . they’re not aware that I’m around!”
N. W. Spencer wrote,
“There are hung’ring souls who cry aloud for bread
With the bread of life they’re longing to be fed.
Shall they starve and famish
While a feast is spread?
I must be more faithful
Here am I send me.”
Who are your neighbors tow doors down? Will you invite them to the feast?