It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, all the little twerps in the neighborhood will:
Rob and kill and maim and burn and extort in the neighborhood
Won’t you be my crummy neighbor?
Friends, the days of Mr. Roberts in America are over. The whole idea today is to not even know your neighbor at all. Most of us in urban settings are relegated to enjoying daily drive-by shootings, drugs and any other vile achievement modern neighborhoods produce.
And the church…where is the church in all of this?
For the large part the church is hidden,out of view from the every day milieu separated by gated communities, extensive expressways and zoning laws with detailed deed restrictions.
What that means, folks is that you and I are NOT welcomed there. We are kept out and for all practical purposes, this spills over to the churches as well.
No, we don’t want those stinky, scummed-bagged drifters and homeless and low-down, no-account people contaminating our ‘beautiful’ communities. We have programs for that, projects that contain this pestilence. AND SO THEN WE DON’T SAY ANYMORE…
Want you be my neighbor?
Obviously the answer is, no. And the lack of neighbors also means the lack of Jesus for Jesus is not allowed to go into the neighborhoods nor the churches sponsored by the neighborhoods.
To fellowship with Jesus we have to move over to, “Let’s Make a Deal.”
And with our avarice and riches, Jesus is permitted to enter only at His own risk and only if He intends to bless them more with even more American Deals that increase more things of which Americans don’t really want.
In the meanwhile can we still be friends, be neighbors? To this the reply is obivously.
No, no and hell, no for we have no neighbors.