I must confess first that I am not a fan. That song, Big Girls Don't Cry, reminds me of my clinical during NAC training. One of the NAs at the nursing home I was at sang this loudly, and rather passionately during meal time...you know....WHILE we were all trying to help residents eat!
And now my older, scruffy-bearded, beanie-wearing male neighbor has this song blasting in his suburban as he pulls into the carport. The window's usually down. And he leaves the keys in the ignition, music blaring, so he can hear his favorite song while getting the mail or pulling the garbage cans in. It is easy and tempting to exaggerate on a blog, but I really am not. It would be like me pulling up with Bradie in the back, Easy E thumping out of the va-car! :)
But then there is the small part of me that is convicted by his confidence. Oh, the number of times I have turned something down or rolled up my window or stopped singing along all together because I felt embarrassed!
I think living here, in the Lake town "ghetto", is going to be really good for Marcus and I. I think it will bring to the forefront much of our snobbery and maybe even shine a light on any prejudices we may have. Then perhaps God will open a door and give us a heart to love our neighbors as HE sees them... because isn't that purpose of living in a community after all?
So, I may except a can of Budweiser offered to me. And be truly thankful for it. But being neighborly doesn't mean I have to like it, does it?
Some pictures that have nothing to do with this ranting of a post. Enjoy! :)