Walmart lessons

I had to make a rare trip to Walmart today. I try to avoid that place at all costs. There are just a million other places I would rather be. But there were a few things I needed that would just be easiest to pick up all in that one place. So I was there for maybe twenty or thirty minutes. No big deal.

Except I felt a lot of things while I was there. I've had a lot of thoughts on my mind recently about what it looks like to love people well in this world. As I'm preparing for Mission Year, I'm thinking about what it means to love my neighbors. Maybe more importantly, I'm really considering who my neighbors are. As I walked the aisles of Walmart, I was hit with truth. I am surrounded by neighbors. No one is worthy of any more or any less of my love, just as I am no more or less worthy of the love of God than any other person. Whew. That is a hard truth to swallow. I am without excuse to love every person I come in contact with. My roommates. My family. My best friend. My annoying classmates. The creepy people at Walmart. The grumpy lady at the register. People unlike myself. There is no one unworthy of my love and attention.