I try to see how long I can go without someone saying it. Like all good relationships, I have to be with my neighbors to stay grounded in what is real and focused on the priorities in my life — to love God and to love my neighbor.
This past week I was in Indianapolis for a conference on community development. I spoke about the pain we encounter when we engage in friendships with our neighbors. Their pain becomes our pain, and sometimes it feels inescapable.
I asked the audience, as well as myself, "How far are we willing to go for our friends? How much are we willing to risk? Jesus said that one who truly loves lays down their life for their friend."
I have been challenged by that as of late. What does my neighbor's pain compel me to do?
Right when I got home I met up with one of our neighbors. He had a letter from immigration and wanted help interpreting it. It was a letter stating that his request for employment authorization had been denied.
In that moment I was compelled to sit and have coffee, to not move on to the next thing or make some call to appeal the decision. In that moment, being a friend meant sitting in the pain together.
Last night I was catching up with another neighbor, and she shared with me that her employer knocked $3 an hour off her pay when he found out she does not have papers. She has been working in his home for eight months. She started at $12 an hour and now is making $9 an hour doing the same work.
Ugh! More pain!
She said he did not ask for any documentation when she started. She has been in Costa Mesa for 15 years, and her children study in local universities.