I suppose. And yes, that was all one sentence...and probably minus a few commas.
Last week, I had the opportunity to meet with my friend Justin whom I have not seen in almost three years (yikes!)
I was nervous. I don't know why. I spread my napkin across my lap even though I had not really expressed an interest in eating and avoided eye contact for a good ten minutes. I also had roughly nine cups of coffee...which I'm sure didn't help.
I feel as if, when I met Tim, all the relationships I had with boys-who-are-just-friends scattered like overturned chess pieces. Justin is one of the three or four that managed to land upright, and I am so very grateful for that.
And as for the others? Well, its not anyone's fault, really. Those lines are so hard to draw. As a wife...a friend...a 20-something, you want to be hip and cool and fun. You don't want to come off as awkward (too late!) or old-fashioned or picky... but let's face it, especially in this day and age, no one else is going to protect your marriage for you.
Which leads us to now.
Sitting across from him, I couldn't help but think about(and perhaps awkwardly point out) our differences. Democrat (I think?)...Republican....work-at-home....9-5er...City....Country...and the list goes on. At one point, I even compared us to Abraham Lincoln and John Wilkes Booth...and later invited him to a movie (which in hindsight was probably creepy. I promise I won't shoot you in the middle of the film. I will at least let you catch the end of it. Ha.)
Yet, one thing remained glaringly obvious...
how much we still have in common.
You see, we are a world full of people who want to be understood. We want to be accepted. We want to be loved. No amount of cornfields or train rides or speeches from politicians is going to change that.
And now on to Christmas.
Recently, I was thinking about the wise men and the shepherds. Which is pretty basic, I know. I'm not going to get into the logistics of Christmas...dates and astronomy and speculations about geography and history and religion.
I do believe that something special happened and that someone came to Jesus who represented The Poor, being the Shepherd, and that someone else came representing The Wealthy (The Wise men). I think there is such value in that, and it's such a matter of perspective.
I think the Shepherds represent making sacrifices that aren't tangible...our time...our effort...our own personal agendas...while the wise men's sacrifices represent what we have to give that is valuable to the world.
Complete opposites... different sides, same coin.
And now back to Justin. See how I did that? (J, you can be one of the wise men. Being from the country, I've kind of got a way with sheep.)
Yeah, it only took me nearly an hour of staring at a blank screen...not to mention the 6 days I had to actually sit on that in my brain. Ha.
You know, I spent some time on a recent online blogging forum in which people expressed a general disdain for blogs that mention God/religion.
My heart ached just a bit, and I thought about the voice in my head that sometimes says, "Don't mention God/religion too much. It will isolate people."
But I am proud to say that voice rarely wins.
This blog is sometimes about Jesus.
If that's not your bag then don't sweat it. You are welcome here, and I hope you find something you like because I also tend to ramble about how much I love coffee and my dogs and cooking with my crock pot.
For some, this season is about Religion and traditions and Jesus.
(I hope) for all of us, this season is about finding love, peace, hope, and joy and I pray all those things will be evident for you this year.