Who is your neighbor?
What happens when your neighbor doesn’t fit in your “life” box?
Honestly… that’s where I stand today. What happens when I find a passion and love for a people group that does not fit in my political ideology. What do I do with this nudge that has become a passionate love, and all-out-TUG. Today the parable of the Good Samaritan came alive for me as I asked God why He’s given me an absolute love for a certain mission field that politically, I should actually should be standing on the other side of the fence. It’s been easy to suppress that question and send money to an organization that I love… But God is asking for more than money. He is challenging me…
Who is my neighbor, and HOW could she be the refugee woman coming from areas that want to behead anyone who speaks against Allah?
Aren’t refugees a political hot bed?!
Why the tugging of my heart? Yet again He asks… who is my neighbor?
Life with Jesus has a funny path sometimes. Many of you have walked with me through my journey the past 15 years. You’ve watched the winding path God has given me. All sorts of jobs. I’ve owned a business that allowed me to care for children while introducing me to a world of politics. I’ve worked with county leaders, state lawmakers, governors and even the Vice President of the United States. I’ve given speeches from 20 to 20,000 people. Just… as a simple mom.
I have learned a million n’ two things. God has used me, humbled me and taught me. I’ve learned what happens when nations turn to socialism. I’ve formed my political opinions based on the founding of this great nation. I’ve learned the core principles such as,
- the one who governs best, governs least
- you can’t tax people to wealth
- the right to life is the heartbeat of a nation
- the family structure is the centerpiece of a civil society
- when you remove values, you remove the life-blood of a country
Lessons from these 15 years have been invaluable… so what is God trying to teach me now? What is the tug and pull I feel to do more for the Kingdom?
Who really is my neighbor?
I think Jesus gave the answer when He conversed with the “expert in the law” when he asked what he needed to do to inherit eternal life. (Luke 10)
26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?” 27 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’[a]; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b]” 28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”
29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
I’m not alone when I ask my questions! Who is my neighbor God, and can I separate my strongly held political belief that is grounded with wisdom from our founders (and just plain common sense). Is it possible to ask those questions and yet not give up wisdom in exchange for foolish social justice?
These are valid questions. When I listened to Bob Andrews, director of Devon Oasis Center this morning, there was no question as to who my neighbor was. My neighbor is the precious Muslim woman who escaped terror with only the clothes on her back and the breath in her body. Beyond politics, she became my neighbor the moment she stepped into my part of the world. That woman needs my Jesus. That woman needs exactly what the good Samaritan gave to the man who had been robbed on the way to Jerusalem.
Don’t misunderstand me for a minute.
Is it important to have borders, laws and fences to keep the robbers out? My goodness yes…
Is it OK to advocate for strong borders and walls? Absolutely yes…
Is it OK to be politically active and apart of the process bringing immigrants to this land? A million times YES!
But… when I see a woman who needs the saving power of Jesus Christ, a warm meal, and a bed to lay her head…. everything changes. I MUST GO.
Who is my neighbor? She is.
I can no longer look away yet, how does this fit with my God given mission? Does it?
Friend, it fits like a GLOVE.
We have more than one neighbor! God has created each one of us with a powerful individualized mission. My mission is for this next generation. It’s fighting for moms who are about to lose their kids to a godless world. Our society has become a cesspool of secular humanism that has embedded itself in the minds of our youth. They need our voice. They need our action. They are our neighbors.
Honestly though moms…what I’ve found is we have become like the priest and the Levite who passed by the man who was robbed. We’ve been too busy. Probably hurrying to Jerusalem for a soccer game and a Chick Fil-A sandwich! Perhaps we have even become lazy, loving that “ease” just a little too much to do something.
We have passed by our hurting neighbor… our hurting world.
For all of our excuses, there really is no excuse, and Luke 10 should haunt us. We are not caring for our neighbors if we are not even willing to care for our families. Our families are our FIRST neighbors. I am calling you to run to your kids and take back what the enemy has stolen from them.
I’m also calling you to keep a tender heart as you listen to the Holy Spirit. Is God tugging at you to do something? I know He’s calling me. I’m beginning to hear the cry coming from the brand new refugee woman in Chicago a little bit louder each day. I’m beginning to look at my schedule to see if there is anything that can be done to make room for a trip to “Jerusalem.” It is indeed possible for the political world and the real world of hurting people to converge. God has us in seasons. He has put us on assignment for each one. He’s given us the tools and everything we need for that assignment. The thing is… we have to keep our eyes open and ask God to show us who our neighbor is for that season, then when He answers… be prepared to watch Him work through YOU!
Time is short. Honestly, I want to use every moment that God allows, to find my neighbor. I want to meet my new neighbors that perhaps I’ve put inside a “no touch” box.
Who is YOUR neighbor?