Wednesday is for Prayer
A forty-page paper for a doctoral class is due at the end of the week and I am only 20 pages in. I’m rushed but I want to make time for neighbors, even if it is brief. I come home and as I pull into the driveway, I notice that my neighbor, Steve with the non-English speaking (Polish?) wife, is out chopping up a tree in the hot sun with a small and apparently dull hatchet. He’s a big guy and this sun is going to take its toll on him. I have a better tool for the job in my garage.
The tree came down two days ago in a fierce windstorm that has taken its toll on some of the older growth of the canopy of trees in the neighborhood. It only takes a moment to retrieve the tool, walk over to Steve, help him for a minute or two, leave him the tool and tell him, “just put it in front of the garage when you are finished.” But in the two minutes I learn that he has just come off of vacation and returns to work tomorrow and a relational bond is strengthened and moves toward the gospel clarity.
Steve knows who I am. He knows what I do. He knows I want to talk to him about Jesus again and today, that is enough. Tomorrow, some day soon, Steve will be in the backyard at my house around the grill and beer in hand, and we will move the conversation further. Maybe, Steve will become a part of Communitas. Pray for him. Pray for me. Pray for the neighborhood. and Pray for your own opportunities in your neighborhood.
Update: Got the chance to interact with Steve again today (7/13/11). Found out his wife’s name, Lima, and where she is from, Lithuania, and much more in another less than five minute interaction on my way to a mentor appointment with a young church planter. Made an invitation to BBQ at my house at the end of the month. He is looking forward to it. So am I. Keep praying.