Through the glass-door of our house, I can see the church parking lot. As I look out there this evening, I see our neighbor picking up trash scattered throughout the lot. He does this weekly. There is no pay-off, agreement or acclaim.

This neighbor is not a member, not even an attendee of Highland. Just a man that I see everyday walking along our well-worn sidewalks. We exchange simple greetings that, on occasion, turn into ordinary conversations about life. The power of God’s love extends far beyond the acts that are seen with our eyes.

My point: I am grateful for my neighbors.

My prayer: Lord, the One who knows and righteously judges the heart, stir the affections of my neighbor for You.

Rob