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| I love our small town |
One of my favorite things about
living in a small town is the superb news system. . .
Of course, we read the newspaper
every evening, just like we did when
we lived in a big city. But our rural news service is just as reliable, and a bushel
more interesting.
Frieda hears a siren and rushes
to the window. “It’s goin’ south, Henry. Call Dallas and see what’s come over
the scanner.”
Henry comes back from his
phone call and says, “There’s a fire out back of Kelly’s Market.”
“Oh, no!” shrieks Frieda, “that’s
where Louise works. I’d better call the prayer chain, the bereavement dinner
committee, and the pastor.”
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| Our cooks are the best! |
By that evening, four casseroles,
two salads—one green, one carrot/raisin—and three cobblers jostle for position
on Louise’s kitchen counter. Her husband, Chuck, is exhausted from answering the
phone and the doorbell all day, explaining to friends from the church that Louise
is not hurt.
“It was only a grease fire on the stove in the lunchroom, because
Charlie Dickens turned his back on his bacon while it was frying. But thanks
for the food—we’ll return your container at church on Sunday.”
I said it was reliable and
interesting. I never said it was accurate. But I’ll trade it any day for the huge
malls, scores of restaurants and every movie star in the big city. None of them
can compare with people who love their neighbors.
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| I'll trade every mall in America for people who love their neighbors |
And based on Jesus’ thoughts
about neighborliness, I have a feeling that our news system makes Him right proud.
Do you live in a large city, a small town, or somewhere in between? How is your "news" service?
Do you live in a large city, a small town, or somewhere in between? How is your "news" service?
