“Do not pass me by,” the stranger cries, hungry from lack of food. We are neighbors to those in need of nutrition. “Do not pass me by,” the battered spouse cries, trapped in an abusive relationship. We are neighbors to those in need of protection. “Do not pass me by,” the LGBTQ teenager cries, homeless after their family rejects them for who they are. We are neighbors to those in need of belonging. “Do not pass me by,” the black life cries, dying on American streets quickly from violent oppression, and slowly from the poverty of inequality. We are neighbors to those in need of justice. “Do not pass me by,” the refugee cries, their home unrecognizable now, We are neighbors to those in need of safe shores. “Do not pass me by,” Jesus cries, whose face is reflected in all who are oppressed, victimized, beset by tragedy, and in need. We are neighbors to the stranger among us to whom we are called to be radically hospitable. We are neighbors to the world around us to wh...
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