Love Your Neighbor as Yourself...

My office at home is now in the garage. And honestly: it's a sweet setup. I have a huge window that faces the San Bernardino mountains (at least I have that window when the garage door is up). Today I watched two of my neighbors across the street. Both of them were collecting their garbage cans from the street. I noticed: they didn't even acknowledge that each other were there. I thought, "How sad." We have become so individualistic that even just saying hi to our neighbors has become something of a difficulty. And then I was convicted: I don't remember their names. I guess it's time to start loving my neighbors enough to remember their names. How about you?