The Watchers

I live in a small place. Everyone knows most everybody else in this place. We know our neighbors. There are some people who live here that really like to know their neighbors. They patrol the area like cops on their beats. Complaints are filed at the town office. Trouble is started for anyone doing anything that might cause property values to lower. It frustrates many of us just trying to live our lives, you know, live and let live. Why must they be in our business? Why must they meddle in our affairs?

I grow tired of dealing with the hassle here sometimes. Until I remember there are people like this everywhere. Even David wrote about this and what we should do about these guys:

Psalm 1

Blessed is the man that does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night.

O LORD, that I would get out of the way of evil men. Jesus, teach me to love them all, to abhore the wrong they do, and to pray for my enemies. Above all else, teach me to love others.