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First Person PluralSunday, November 28, 2010
Psalm 122:8-9 We ate together (well, kind of ... separate plates, same table). We certainly sang together. Shared a few thoughts. Had a few eye-blinking insights. Sometimes we rose together, sometimes fell. Talked and talked, prayer and gossip and lots of in-between. Sometimes we sinned, sometimes confessed, sometimes forgave. So ... what? Each night I fall asleep and out of all those relationships. I might wake up with indigestion from the meal we shared, while you sleep on like a baby. My stomach, at least, feels alone and a little betrayed. I thought we were one? I'm a big fan of "I" messages and a lifestyle of personal responsibility. And I notice feeling protective toward quiet introverts lost in bright-colored crowds that encourage them to join the group, to clap or sing or laugh or cry, touch and be touched. "Just be yourself," the leaders say. Oh, sure. But I won't argue with David's song. It's for extroverts and introverts. And I don't care who calls it co-dependence. "For the sake of my brothers and friends I will say, 'Peace be with you.' For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek your prosperity." Show me today, Lord, a little more about who I am and how I belong to you and also to everyone around me. |
In the last few days I've been part of several groups. Family groups of several sizes and parts. Church groups, counseling groups, shopping groups, a Cub Scout group, cooking groups, breakfast group, lunch group, dinner group. Coming together.