It’s the first Friday of the month, which means today is Five Minute Friday. At this minute, hundreds of bloggers are taking five minutes to write–unscripted and unedited–about the same topic. (The topic gets posted at 12 a.m. ET in case you’re wondering why my post actually went live late Thursday night.)
After graduating from college and starting my first job, I had dreams of getting married, having kids and moving to a neighborhood where the neighbors all hung out together. The kids all played at our house, and we enjoyed our little piece of suburban heaven.
I did get married. Then, hubbie and I moved to our first home. We were excited. On our first day, as we were unloading boxes from the car, my dreams were quickly dashed. A neighbor walked over, introduced himself and promptly told me that “we don’t do basketball goals in this neighborhood.”
He didn’t make me feel welcome. Instead of hanging out with the neighbors, we ended up going from our home garage to the work parking lot, rarely stopping to chat with the neighbors. We later had kids; but they didn’t play with many kids in the neighborhood.
Seven plus years later, same thing. Except this week I decided to do something different. I offered to host National Night Out at our house. And in big colorful chalk, I wrote out WELCOME on our driveway.
And the people came. And more came, and more came. And everyone talked about what a good time they were having. People new to the neighborhood said this confirms that we made the right home purchase.
It’s a start.
Five Minute Friday Reflection: I’m in my bible study time, and it’s been a few hours since I wrote this. I’m reading Titus 3 and find it interesting that the bible notes for Titus 3:1-2 say, “although believers are citizens of heaven, they must…help promote the well-being of the community.”
I must admit that after writing, my instinct was to immediately edit. However, one of the changes I made has really bothered me. I changed “I didn’t feel welcome” to “he didn’t make me feel welcome.” It bothered me because no one can really *make* us feel anything. That’s way too much power to give someone. The action was wrong but I chose the response. (I’m probably over simplifying but it’s way early in the a.m., and I haven’t really had time to think it through; so stick with me on this.)
And now, here are the bible notes to confirm what was bugging me all night. What I did this week is what I should’ve done seven years ago. I should’ve went about creating community in spite of the ignorant response of one person. In fact, if I follow these notes, it was my responsibility as a Christian.
I can’t change the past, but I can use new learning a to guide me through the future. This is the second time this week that God has given me really great new revelation on familiar bible passages. I love when that happens.
Party on Five Minute Friday party-goers. I kind of like this look-back reflection on my writing (and I haven’t even edited it). I think I’m keeping it.