...Invite them
over. Yes, to your house. Yes, it works. No, I’m not joking.
(Taking them
up on their invitation to their house works, too.)
My phone
tweets to notify me of an incoming text. “Would you like to come over for
coffee or a cocktail?” I can’t help but smile. I was hoping I’d get to meet J’s
dad and stepmom. This friend who I met only a few months ago, she tells me her
parents are coming from the States to visit and well, I tell her I’d love to meet them.
We arrive in
the late evening. Her husband is standing at the stove, stirring melted
chocolate in a pan as we make our introductions and J offers drinks. LeRoy
takes a coffee. I decide on Gluhwein (traditional hot mulled wine). And then,
as smoothly as pouring coffee or mulled wine or stirring melted chocolate, the
conversation flows.
I find
myself sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning first toward her father. He
laughs when he tells me that his day job and his passion are two different
subjects. But I’m interested. He says he’s a salesman by trade, has sold in
various capacities for over 30 years. I ask him to share his salesman’s advice
on life and he chuckles congenially. But it’s when he shares his lifelong
passion for music that he lights up. A recording artist who writes his own
compositions, he tells us stories of past projects and shares his dreams for
the future. J leaves the room and when she comes back she hands me a gift... a CD.
After a
while, the conversation turns to her stepmom, an early childhood specialist.
She shares her stories about her work in training teachers to teach better. Ah!
I am in the thick of this and again, I am leaning forward, forgetting to sip my
wine which is cooled to lukewarm by now.
She says
she’s in her sweet spot in her career. That it doesn’t feel like a job she’s
going to, but something fun she gets to do every day. She tells us how she gets
the teachers she’s training to slow down, engage, interact. She helps them
tweak their teaching style and curriculum in order to create curiosity in the
children.
She shares a
case study with me and she doesn’t realize that her words are revelation to me.
Insight that I tuck away in my mind and my heart, figuratively filed and
highlighted under the heading, “How To Connect With Your Child’s Heart.”
This last
week, we invited people into our home five out of eight days. And it’s not
because I have the “gift of hospitality.” (Anyone who has ever spent time with
us in our home will testify that I’d benefit from a good course in the Art of
Homemaking and Hospitality. I’m finally remembering to offer guests a drink
when they arrive. Usually. Okay, occasionally. But I feel really accomplished when I remember this little detail.)
I read
recently about this lame man who was carried to the Beautiful Gate every day to
sit and beg for alms. How long did this go on? Did he ever consider that one
day he might receive healing? What were his highest expectations?
In his
wildest dreams, did he imagine that this one day… two men would walk by and
speak a Name that would change the possibilities?
And yet, he
gets a backstage pass. And in the encounter, he’s healed. His need exchanged
for healing.
If people
are all that’s eternal…
If relationships are all that I can
take with me into eternity…
And all that
matters in all these moments is the heart that opens wide to give and receive.
In my wildest dreams... that in all the interactions with another... the encounter, His Name whispered, comfort offered, victories celebrated... possibilites mentioned... dreams dreamed...
this meeting up backstage.
Our Life
Group gathers at five o’clock every Sunday and this time it’s our turn to host.
So we add the extensions even though I’m sure we’ll scatter throughout the
dining and living room. Yet, here we are, around the farm table. All of us. And
I breathe gratitude for the long table and shared food and this glimpse into
Eternity.
And this
community? It’s a privilege indeed, this backstage pass.
There’s the
birthday evening when beloved friends joined us to celebrate 16 years of
Ezekiel’s life.
And another
evening spent getting to know an adorable couple we met recently.
And the Saturday spent with sweet J and her
littles and a family we hadn’t met yet, but I invited them over… because I met
the mom briefly and was so enchanted that I just had to get a backstage pass. To spend time. To hear her story.
I’ve never
had a backstage pass with a multi-millionaire. At least, not that I know of.
I’ve never held a conversation with a celebrity. I’m pretty sure, anyway. And yet... I
get a backstage pass with the Creator of the Universe every morning. He lingers
long with me, shares His heart and listens to mine. And He heals the lame parts
of my life.
And, you. Thank YOU
for all the countless moments when you’ve opened your heart… for
giving me a backstage pass into your life. For allowing the exchange of ideas
and art and inspiration and LOVE and HEALING to be a part of our friendship.
I am grateful
288. …for you.
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