As a
kid growing up, I hated having neighbours. I vowed to live all by myself when I grew older. It wasn’t that I didn’t like
people, but my neighbours were often nosey.
They were incredibly good most
times, but as is usual with human relationships, they often stepped on my toes.
Instead of seeing the good in them and how they looked out for me, I chose to
focus on the few times they exasperated me, and wanted to become a recluse.
A
story in the Bible demonstrates the dangers that occur when we choose to live
all alone, not needing anyone or being needed by anyone. It is a very tragic
story of a town called Laish in the book of Judges 18:7-10, 27-29. You see that
town was secure and at peace, they were nice people who treated strangers
kindly. But they were far from neighbouring towns, and this was their downfall.