All the world stopped for twenty four hours as Boston and the surrounding area went through what is now the famous “Blizzard of 2015.”
Yesterday, as I sat in complete comfort with sun pouring through my windows, able to work from home, I began to pray for refugees. These are prayers I pray all the time; prayers where my heart aches and my soul begs.
Some of the things I think about as I pray for refugees is sanitation and disease. Any time you have a huge number of people in a small space, with limited water, housing, and food, then you have potential for disease break outs. From dysentery to malaria, the setting is perfect for epidemics. And while I’m not a clean freak, I love clean. I love the smell of clean.
A few hours later, when I had turned my short attention span to other things, I heard water running. I thought nothing of it initially. I had just started the dishwasher. But the sound grew louder and I knew this was not normal. Realizing the sound was coming from a bathroom, I ran to it and there it was — water pouring from the light fixture on the ceiling. Literally pouring.
Knowing it was coming from our upstairs neighbors I ran upstairs and knocked ferociously on their door. No answer. I ran downstairs as the water continued to pour onto my floor. I emptied a two-gallon pan. It continued to pour. I wrote an email to the owner who lives in San Francisco. The water continued to pour. I ran upstairs again. The water continued to fill a second pan.
I will spare the details but the people living upstairs had a clogged toilet that they thought would magically disappear. Funny thing – it did magically disappear! Through their floor and into our ceiling and down to my bucket.
And I was really mad. But I kept on saying “No worries. No big deal. I can clean it up. No worries. No big deal. It will get fixed. No worries. No big deal.”
What I wanted to say was “It’s a big ‘fill in the blank’ deal. And I’m tired of neighbors like you. And I’m tired of you not taking out the garbage. And I’m sick of your pacing back and forth with heavy boots.” All this stuff came up in me like vomit.
But I just kept on saying “No big deal.” Because I had prayed for refugees that morning and compared to what’s going on in Iraq and Syria those words are true.
So there are two things going on here – One is that neighbors can be hard to love. Really hard. I would far rather go across the ocean to work in a refugee camp near the Syrian and Iraqi borders and show love there than show love to my neighbors. My neighbors are white. My neighbors are middle-class. My neighbors are spoiled. My neighbors are irresponsible. My neighbors are frankly, not very loveable. And actually they would probably say the same of me.
As I think back on neighbors, I realize that no matter where we have lived in the world, we have had times where we struggled with neighbors. At one point in Cairo our neighbors used to listen to our phone calls. In Islamabad they would order us around. In Phoenix we had a neighbor that yelled at us and threatened to call the Home Owner’s Association when our lemon tree grew into their yard. And in Cambridge they let the toilets overflow through our ceiling.
GK Chesterton says this “The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people.” and these wise words hit me hard yesterday.
The second thing is this: As much as I wanted to whine, and curse, and proclaim that this was “a big deal and why don’t you unclog your toilet?” in the big scheme of things it really is so small. So.Small. Yukky? Yes. Annoying? Undoubtedly? But life-changing, soul-damaging, despair-filling? Never.
Clogged toilets and ‘hard to love’ neighbors and refugees — all reminders that I don’t have what it takes to deal with any of these. Reminders of how much I need Jesus. Reminders that no matter where I am in the world, these Biblical truths stand.
“But to you who are listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28 bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.29 If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them. 30 Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back.31 Do to others as you would have them do to you.” Luke 6: 26-31
13 thoughts on “Prayers for Refugees and Loving my Neighbor”
Alternate story, but things like this are exactly why it can be so hard to love the people in our immediate/extended families, but so easy to love our good friends. And it is in my family relationships where I find my most glaring sins — and that’s yucky too.
Yes! that’s exactly right! Family is one of the hardest…and I too find my yuk comes out. Thank you Elizabeth!
Good sermon, Marilyn.
:) LOVE this and I’m telling my dad! He will be proud!
PS: by human, I mean human like all of us…sometime we forget that our mentors are human…but that is why we love them so much…because they are honest and raw while pulling us toward something better. :)
:) I just left a comment on your piece!! Thank you my friend.
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THIS is a GREAT post. Seriously. You are so human, Marilyn, and also such an inspiration by sharing that – even in your human state – you seek to be closer to the Lord and to look beyond the [insert word here] situation. Love to you!
These words are way kind – especially with the frustration I was feeling. It is such a reminder to me though, that every time I think “I got this!” I fall — like being on a bicycle only to skid off the curb and skin my knee….Thank you Stacy.
It’s so hard to manage all of it! Your pain matters….your annoyances matter….. So does that of the refugee…it all matters! I think as TCKs we are experts of minimizing our own sorrows because we’ve seen the sorrows of others in far worse off situations. But somehow…. and it is a mystery…and we do not have cause to whine…. still, somehow, it all matters. The God who sees –sees you and your inconsiderate neighbours too. I don’t know….it’s hard to manage it all!
You have something here Robynn – it is a mystery but you are right – God cares about the crappy water (literally) pouring from my ceiling. And yes – hard to manage it all. Thank you for these words. I tend to be the queen of saying “it doesn’t matter.”
GK Chesterton says this “The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people.” and these wise words hit me hard yesterday. Yes, yes, yes! Since moving back to the US from Honduras, I had an unfortunate encounter with a neighbor straightaway upon my taking up residence in Louisiana. She found me outside one evening while my dog took a potty break. She was yelling and threatening me over the dog, who has never been on her property. However, she doesn’t like to for him to bark. Ever. She’s not even my closest neighbor, but lives a bit away from me on another street. I must admt she’s hard to love, since I suspect she’s followed up her threats with petty acts of trespassing and vandalism. Geez. I had a fill in the blank moment with her, too.
So hard! And it makes living situations lonelier really doesn’t it? I have some idealized view of life that includes neighbors who you drop in on and they bring muffins to you….now sure where that comes from since I’ve actually never had it. Saving my neighbor Sandy in Arizona – she was 3 houses down and a gift! Thinking of you in Louisiana and so glad you came by!