It seems that there are a lot of neighborhood heroes. This morning on the radio, I heard of a woman who was in her last trimester going into a burning building to rescue her neighbor. Her comment was something to the effect of that she could not just let her neighbor burn!
A few days ago, Jenna over at ChoosingHome Blog posted about being hospitable to our neighbors. She talked about a neighbor down the street who she was able to minister to and be ministered by.
In this modern era, we’ve lost the family gatherings, the Sunday drives and the like to replace them with an afternoon nap or a ball game. We don’t prioritize talking with the older generation for whatever reason: they’re old, they aren’t keeping up, I don’t have the time and the like.
I can remember my grandpa talking about how his family had an open door policy– anyone off the street could come in and grab something to eat– there was more than plenty. Now we get all upset if we don’t get three days notice.
Something’s changed in our culture. We don’t value the wisdom of those who have gone before, we don’t value things which are truly important, and I think that we, as a society, will suffer because of it.
What are some memories of family get togethers you have? Who in your neighborhood is a widow or could use someone to talk with, and what have you done to reach them?