It was a beautiful spring afternoon, and I was taking the short walk to pick up my kids from school. Parents who walk the same route every day to scoop up their kids walked hurriedly by me with their heads down. No “Hello,” not even the customary head nod, just the classic American silent treatment.
Our family was in the throes of grief and loss from the sudden and tragic loss of my mother-in-law. My wife’s closest mentor, a grandma, an anchor in our community and the best mother-in-law a guy could imagine had been ripped away from us during the joy and frenzy of Thanksgiving. I recognized in my neighbors that day the same pain we were feeling. I saw parents and neighbors who were broken and hurting, isolated, never navigating past the surface with the people around them. They were physically present but emotionally distant. They were half decent players in the pretending game.
The neighborhood itself reflected this emotional distance. Front porches were empty, and garages were closed. Something was strangely wrong about the whole thing—but also strangely normal. Our neighborhood was lacking neighborliness.
That day God gave me missionary lenses, and I started to see the cracks: cracks in my neighborhood, cracks in my current relationships even cracks in my city.
If you’ve ever seen an optometrist you know adjusting to clear vision isn’t an easy task. Seeing things you’ve not seen before, seeing a little too clearly, can give you a headache. I started to imagine how our neighbors longed to see these cracks filled. As I combed scripture the next few weeks I was reminded that the gospel can fill all of the cracks in my neighborhood. The broken people in our neighborhood weren’t waiting for a government program; they were waiting for relationships. These hurting people, so uncomfortably close to us, weren’t looking for handouts; they were looking for hope. We realized it was no accident God had placed us in our home. He had planted us there—not as tenants, but as missionaries.
Now, all I had to do was actually do something.
I don’t mean to brag, but as a pastor and a neighbor I am extremely gifted at finding excuses. I pulled out all the best ones:
- “We won’t live in this house very long.”
- “They won’t live here very long.”
- “They’ll think we’re weird.”
- “We have nothing in common.”
- “I don’t have time to add one more thing.”
- “They don’t have time to hang with us.”
- “I will scare them off when I talk about Jesus.”
- And my favorite: “Everyone in the world is my neighbor. Why should I focus on my actual neighbor?”
I couldn’t possibly spend the precious effort to love those right in front of my face.
My excuses were motivated by three things: fear of failure, a life that was far too busy, and a consumeristic view of the place I occupied.
We began to offer our lives to our neighbors, beyond the incidental encounters while taking out the trash can or while picking up our kids from school. Today our parties are different. Our days off are different. Those we call friends are different. How we measure ministry is different. Our lives are different. Our family is different.
The journey into the heart of our neighborhood has been both exhilarating and routine. Both of those have been gifts from God. My fears of failure tug at me less now than they did at the beginning. My aversion to “wasting time in the neighborhood” still rears its ugly head sometimes, but more often I see my neighborhood as a valuable space.
I have led lots of mission trips, planned a lot of events, and led a lot of ministries, but I have never experienced anything like this—what’s often called “incarnational living.” It’s even different from starting and leading a “missional” community. I have had many chances to involve my kids in sharing our lives and our stuff with others. I have never experienced this many “holy interruptions” that yielded spiritual fruit. Prior to this paradigm shift, my heart had never truly broken for people—my neighbors and my longtime friends alike—who did not know Jesus. Previously I grabbed ministry opportunities, but now I can truly say ministry opportunities are grabbing me. More importantly Jesus has gently grabbed me in a way I have never experienced.
Since God opened my eyes to my neighborhood, my family has walked with our neighbors through death and depression, shed tears and belly laughed with school parents, and become friends with those we have next to nothing in common with. We have given gifts and received them. We have celebrated birthdays and enjoyed neighborhood game nights. For the first time I am not drawn to living in another city, moving to another neighborhood across our city, or drifting away from those I am in relationship with. For the first time my wife and I can say, “We want to stay!”
I wish it hadn’t taken this long for our home to become a hub for ministry instead of a refuge from ministry. It’s been a spiritual road trip, and we didn’t arrive here suddenly. We’ve put the gospel to a test I’ve always wanted to take: if we live our lives for Jesus—simply, right where we are—will we taste salty and give off a glow? Growing roots has been, in some ways, a massive risk, but this is a vision I can’t walk away from. I am voluntarily stuck. I want to refine the art of staying, of “dwelling well,” as my family gives glimpses of Jesus to a city, a neighborhood, and a gaggle of friends who want hope running through their veins again.
Alan. Thanks so much for this. It resonated completely with the ministry life my husband and I have been living and writing about on our radio program Walk the Way for many years. The ministry that my husband works for and that sponsors our program is called QPlace – and their vibrant mission is to empower believers to live as you described – equipping them to help hope flow through the veins of others they care about. You can check us out at http://www.qplace.com/walktheway and find us on Facebook at Facebook.com/walktheway. Only sharing that so that you can check out our credibility since I have a crazy question for you! I’d love to see if you’d be willing to allow me to share this blog on our ministry blog – or have you write something along these lines just for us. Like-mindedness is a gift! Our blog is OnQ.qplace.com.
Christ’s peace be with you as you STAY to GO! And email me, please, if you’d be willing to connect further!
Pamela, not sure if I ever responded to this comment but sure. Go ahead and share any of our posts, please just give us credit at the bottom of the post. Please keep tracking along with our blog and other content and social media in 2019. We’re releasing some exciting stuff this year! Blessings, Alan Briggs