Each one of us needs to look after the good of the people around us, asking ourselves, “How can I help?”
Romans 15:2, MSG
The traditional Christmas baking reached a new frenzy this year at my house. Special requests were rife, from “more of those chewy cereal bars please mom”, to “how about extra shortbread”, to “please, a few of the meringues without chocolate chips”, to “are you certain you’ll have enough of the chocolate-dipped peanut butter balls?” In total there were eighteen dozen each, more or less, of all but the meringues; and that was fortunate as, although wonderful, soft, and chewy, they stuck to the pans—you know, those for family only. Every cookie sheet was in use, not just on one Tuesday but on three. Count them up: 8 cookie tins, 67 dozen or 804 cookies. A bit excessive you would say for an extended family of nine and a few good friends. Rotund they must be!
Truth is, cookies are my deliberate attempt to look after the good of the people around me. Every December I knock on my neighbors’ doors and leave them a plate of cookies.
Neighbors should help neighbors. This past year, on the street where we live, I watched the three single guys, from three houses in a row, meet at the curb, consult, and fix the mailbox of a disabled lady. Right after that the preacher on the corner mowed her lawn. Friends around the corner had an upstairs bathroom flood their downstairs hardwood—dinner was certainly in order. On July 4th you can march in our neighborhood parade. And each summer the young women study the Bible together. We connect through a private social networking app, “Nextdoor”, which keeps us informed of lost and found pets, items for sale, and the choice handymen. We are loving our neighbor as ourselves (Galatians 5:14).
“Bass boats to the Rescue” could be the headline following Harvey and Irma, including even the Cajun Navy. Neighbor helping neighbor. There is no greater truth than this:
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work:
If one falls down, his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!
Today is a good day to start ladies. Put on your apron and whip up a batch of your favorite cookies and knock on your neighbor’s door. Make it a tasty Tuesday. Or rev up your lawn mower, maybe study the Bible with a friend—whatever floats your bass boat, if you get my drift. It honors Christ when you ask, “How can I help?”