Love your neighbor

So, this whole business of loving your neighbor as yourself. Why do we make it so hard? This morning in that interim state of being between awake and asleep I started thinking through what "loving your neighbor as yourself" looks like. It was so enlightening yet so basic. I remembered seeing a neighbor across the way spreading grass seed and putting up ropes to protect his seeds a couple days ago and that image raced (more like crawled because I was in that groggy place) into my mind and I thought if I was working in the yard and was feeling warn out what would I want others to do? I should have walked over and offered help rather then make a friendly comment across the street about hard work. The next image that entered my head was my neighbor to the side cutting his grass yesterday morning (yes Sunday morning and I was home). At the time my first thought was judgement, it's Sunday man what are you doing. The next thought was poor guy doesn't have Christ. But it never entered my mind to go over and say hey you want some help or where is the weed eater let me get the edges as you finish with the mower. This morning it seemed so basic so instinctual so clear yet it never does at the time. Why? Why do we make it so complicated?

I think I may make a bracelet "What would I want you to do for me?" the WWIWYTDFM bracelet. That way every time I look down at my easy to remember acronym "WWIWYTDFM" I will be reminded to love me neighbor as myself.

Galatians 5:14