Approximately three weeks ago, the house next door to us sold and new neighbors moved in. Every day since the U-Haul truck drove away, I thought to myself, “I need to go knock on the door and say hello.” We kept saying our family should make them a treat and welcome them to the neighborhood. But did we ever get around to doing so? No.
As we were playing outside in the backyard this afternoon, and I was dreading preparing dinner, I heard our doorbell ring. Our new neighbor had come to introduce herself and asked if we liked carnitas and could she bring some over to us. Ten minutes later she came back with a plate full of pork, rice, and hot tortillas along with two types of spicy salsa and a whole fresh lime. Yes, our brand new neighbors, who are probably still in the midst of unpacking, brought us dinner. And it was fantastic. I can’t remember the last time I felt so ashamed.
Did our meager plate full of chocolate chip cookies make up for how ridiculous we are? No. No they did not.
We have some serious repenting to do.