Love Thy Neighbor
Thanks, Jesus. Never make it easy on us, do you?
Last night while enjoying Gangs of New York with some friends from church (and my landlord’s son), I get a knock at the door. I open it up to see one of Frankfort’s finest there to greet me.
Policeman: “You been playing some loud music up here?”
Me: “No, we’re just watching a movie.”
Policeman: “Well, might want to keep it down a little bit.”
Me: “okay.”
This is the second visit to my apartment by the FPD (not including Chuck stopping by one night for a visit). The first time was a few months back when I was practicing drums a little too late at night, shortly after she’d moved in.
I’m gonna have to disagree with her on this one. Justin says it may’ve been a little loud. Now, I’m a drummer, so I’m sure I’ve lost a bit of my hearing over the years. I would say it was above average volume, but by no means loud enough to be paid a visit by the cops. That’s just low on her part.
It gets better…
A couple weeks ago, I was leaving my apartment. She was in the driveway getting some things out of her car. I proceeded to get in my truck and pull away. NOT ONCE did she look up and acknowledge me. Not a, “hello,” not a, “how are you?” Nothing.
I’ll just keep forgetting all the times her two-year old goes running around the apartment, or starts jumping up and down. Or the occasional thuds from time to time that I still can’t figure out. I’ll just keep thinking about
Matthew 19:19 Listen19 Honor your father and mother, and, You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
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