Get out Into Your Cul de Sac: Proclaiming the Gospel on your own block

People in the West have become insular and separated from the world. We know our neighbors next door, often inviting or being invited over their homes for a barbecue but do we really know them? Are we close enough that we share struggles or just close enough to share a glass of wine or beer? Most people keep a routine; get up have breakfast, get the kids off to school, us off to work, pick up the kids, come home, throw something together for dinner and get ready for bed to start the whole process over again. Saturdays may be different with everyone out mowing the lawn or heading off to a big box store for groceries and other supplies. Sundays, not many are out early to attend church, but you gather the family together, load up the car, truck or minivan, and off to Divine Service you go. The rest of your Cul de Sac is still quiet, cars in the driveway but not a sound or stirring.

How did we become so insulated from our own neighborhood, our Jerusalem (Act 1:8)? The Lutheran Women’s Missionary League emphasizes the need to go out into all the world with the Gospel of Jesus Christ and yet, we are still in our little end of the world, our block (urban) or cul de sac (suburban). First question to ask is this: Do you neighbors know you are a Christian, a Lutheran? Do they wonder where you go early Sunday morning while they are sleeping in hoping for a few more hours of shut-eye before the children wake up and the routine begins again? Have you ever invited them to the Divine Service? How did we end up so insular in a global world?

Global. That’s the term for it. As I was thinking about this article today my mind went to the differences we have in our world than even that world in which we grew up. Now, everyone has the world in the palm of their hands; their cellphone. I can google just about anything and look at the Twitter feed and see what the leader of Poland has to say or what is happening in Venezuela or Australia and even Sri Lanka. It is doubtful that my generation (those 50 and older) e