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Hit by a car

If you read my church newsletter you will see a version of this applied to the Church, but as I wrote it, it seemed just as relevant when applied to the individual.


When I was in High School I ran cross-country, and I can remember one time when I was with a group of four guys running through a neighborhood about two-thirds of the way through a long and familiar run. We were cruising along at a decent pace and as we approached a side street that we needed to cross we saw a car coming down the hill. They had a stop sign and we figured we would get there about the same time so we just kept on running. Then as we crossed the street the car not only missed the stop sign, they failed to see the four runners crossing the street and I was hit on my left side rolling up onto the hood of the car. They weren’t going very fast and they stopped right away without hitting any of my teammates, but I can’t say that I appreciated the experience much at the time. One of my teammates slammed his fists on the hood of the car denting the hood further (after the indent my left hip had made) and we (including me only slightly bruised) ran on leaving the driver with a dented hood and hopefully some thought for watching where they were going. I tell this story because the other day I was out running and came within inches of a repeat (minus the teammates) of the incident in high school. Perhaps it was getting hit once that made me just a bit quicker in recognizing a driver that is not paying attention to my coming, but whatever it was, I managed to dodge at the last minute. I am not sure the driver ever even saw me. My point is not to criticize the two drivers, but instead to make the observation that sometimes we get so comfortable as we are moving along, we miss things and we fail to react. The drivers in both cases had probably driven those roads a hundred times; they were in their comfort zone. They were probably going home or to some place they often go and they were not expecting someone to come running along. They went through their motions of looking left for cars, slowing, but not stopping since there were rarely cars or anyone else around, and then they went on their way. In one case they ran into something that hopefully made them think and at least for a while certainly broke them out of their comfort zone, and in the other they came close, but instead missed things entirely. Both of these are what can happen when we get too comfortable.

The dilemma for us is that we want to be comfortable, we want to have familiar things with familiar people around us, even if we know that we might miss things. Even talking about changes and the possibility that something we are used to might disappear is scary to us. In our lives we can become complacent; accepting things as they are and never really thinking about what else could be. We are moving right along relatively happy, so why should we change things? Maybe we shouldn’t, maybe we should do more of what we are doing, but maybe we have just never really thought about what else we can do because we got so comfortable with what we were doing. The point is to ask the question: “are we too comfortable?” And, are we missing things all together because we are passing by on our old familiar route? There are points at which we run into things and they shake us up a bit and maybe even change the way we do things a little for a while and it’s in those times that things can happen. It’s in the midst of those times that we can get unstuck, we can break free from our paradigms and out of chaos be reborn, or we can return to how we were because we realize it really was good. Often we realize that the best answer is probably somewhere in between those things, but either way we come out better because we were forced to think about things all over again and re-prioritize.

We need to be open to the uncomfortable so that we can truly see what is around us. Sometimes we even have to dive in and choose the uncomfortable, trusting that good can come of it if we leave ourselves open to it. I believe that to be a true visionary leader we must find a way to be comfortable with the uncomfortable and to confidently lead others out of their comfort and into the unknown. Without the unknown life would be boring.
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Happiness

I have recently encountered a lot of people who seem to be perpetually unhappy (not depressed which is something more clinical and severe, just generally unhappy) and it makes me wish there was something I could do, but it also makes me wonder about happiness. Some of the most joyful(happy) people I have every known were people whose lives were much harder than mine has ever been, so I often think of them when I am feeling down and it helps me gain perspective. When I was in Nepal a few years ago I met some young people who had to sneak out of their houses in order to practice their religion and when caught were beaten severely. The thing is it only made them practice their faith all the more fervently and they managed to take their joy wherever they could find it. In Guatemala I met people who by my cultural standards had almost nothing, but who were some of the most generous and friendly people I have ever met. In each case they are happy because they understand how simple happiness can be. It can be as simple as being thankful for what you do have or for the little things that matter and not worrying about what you can’t control.

Perhaps what we all really need is to have our own list of favorite things like Maria in “The Sound of Music” (and it probably helps if you can sing them too). I started writing my own and if I get it to make sense I will record myself singing it and post it with this (sometimes being willing to make a fool of one’s self can make not only you happy, but can be the thing which helps an unhappy friend find a way out of their own unhappiness). In the musical “You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown” the cast sings a song called “Happiness” and they each make a point about our ability to choose what makes us happy and to let the little things count. Charlie Brown has the best list of course: “Finding a pencil (dropped by the little red haired girl who he is so in love with that even her pencil is important to him and which means he gets to find her and give it back), two kinds of ice cream, walking hand in hand, five different crayons, being alone every now and then, morning and evening, day time and night time and anything at all that is loved by you.” It seems there is wisdom to be found in song and maybe Bobby McFerrin gives us the best advice with his immortal tune:
“Don’t Worry…Be Happy…
In your life expect some trouble

But when you worry
You make it double
Don’t worry, be happy……
Don’t worry don’t do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don’t bring everybody down like this
Don’t worry, it will soon past
Whatever it is
Don’t worry, be happy”


My Favorite Things
Walking in cities and hiking through forest
the song of the birds a magnificent chorus
snow covered mountains and cool flowing springs
these are a few of my favorite things

banana popsicles, creamy gelato
feeding my new infant daughter her bottle
to burst into song cause you just have to sing
these are a few of my favorite things

preaching and teaching and churches with steeples
traveling the world and meeting new people
the sound of the rain and the life that it brings
these are a few of my favorite things

when the flu hits
when my friends hurt
when I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
and then I don’t feel so bad
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Lack of hope/Finality

I feel like I have been around too much negativity lately (especially about budgets and things) and it’s rubbing off on me to the point I actually said something pessimistic yesterday(which is completely out of character). I guess my answer is to write about hope and to reach out to the people who seem ready to give up. I started this blog a while a go when someone used the phrase, “this is the last…” when we both knew they didn’t really meant it:

The “Final Frontier,” which is only movie five of the now 10 or 11 movies, or the “Last Crusade” which wasn’t last (yes I understand that the writers were clever in their word choice and that neither meant it had to be the last movie); we use the words final and last so often without knowing and without even really wanting them to be true. This is the last time I am doing this, this is the last time I will see you, this is the last time… how many times does Brett Favre have to retire only to come back and play as good or better than before until we understand that there is always a chance and rarely is something actually final. I realize that sometimes we really do have to let go of things and move on and the release can even be worth celebrating, but rarely if ever should we cut ourselves off from the possibilities of “what if” when we really don’t want last to be last or final to be final.
Perhaps we just need more hope. Hope that the impossible can happen. Hope that there will be a next time, or hope that an end can mean new beginnings in a different way. Hope that what you want, that what was good, wasn’t just some fantasy, but was real and can be again. Hope that the joy you seek really is available if you are willing to keep seeking it. Hope that in every challenge we face we can be made stronger and the rewards that much more sweet for the trial we had to endure to get them.
We live in a time when governments and media seem to follow Machiavelli’s advice using fear to influence the populace. Stephen Colbert of “The Colbert Report” uses the term, “fright facts” in his parody of all the unsubstantiated scare tactics that seem to be influencing so many people and he’s right to poke fun at it, but it’s only funny because it’s true and people are buying it. It is sad to me that people are more influenced by fear than they are by hope. When Obama ran on a platform of “hope” it seemed people all over the world really wanted to hope, but it doesn’t take long for people to loose it and to fall back on skepticism and fear. We have a choice; we can live in fear, or we can live in hope. In fear we can do nothing, just hide. In hope we must be intentional and willing to do what is necessary even it’s hard. We need more hopeful people.
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Story time and spontaneous dancing

As I sat with my 2 year old at the library’s story time today listening intently then jumping up when it was time to sing and dance, it occurred to me what a joy it can be to listen to a good story told by a good storyteller (or even a bad story told by a good storyteller, but not so much for a good story told by a bad storyteller). When we were children that was the best entertainment. We could listen to our parents or our teachers read story after story as we entered those imaginary worlds and as we absorbed new words and new thoughts planting the seeds that would form our imaginations. Just looking around at the faces of those 2-3-4 year olds rapt with attention and filled with a sense of wonder I couldn’t help but wish they might all hold on to that forever. We need a sense of wonder. We deserve a chance to have new seeds planted in our imaginations. As adults we read for ourselves (though recorded books are becoming more and more popular) and that is such a gift, which allows us to travel to places we may never go and live adventures we may never have. I enjoy movies, but the best movie ever made doesn’t even compare to a good book.

Perhaps the greatest gift my daughter has been given is the freedom to imagine and to dance to the music in her head whenever the feeling hits. At story time the librarian directs the dancing and singing, but at home a spontaneous dance moment from dad or daughter(with or without music playing) can occur at any time (same goes for spontaneous singing). It’s just this energy, this joy that needs to be expressed. We had a family dance session (with music) after dinner and it was the most fun we have had at home in a while. The lesson for me is about removing our inhibitions and freeing our minds from all bonds. It’s almost like you can hear the rhythm of the world around you and you let it move you. You allow yourself the freedom to do what you feel, to be enthusiastic about living each moment and you let your mind wander and wonder. People talk about the rhythm of life, but how many let themselves hear it and respond by dancing? It may seem a bit silly (whether you are reading things or you have actually witnessed it), but maybe that’s what makes it worth writing about; we could all use more silly in our lives.
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The blending of voices/collaboration

In my cluster of churches we have Tongan, Samoan, Hispanic, Filipino, Multi-racial and european congregations. For one day a year we all get together for a choir festival as we celebrate the diversity within our unity. It should be a simple thing to pt together and in most ways it is, but it somehow manages to seem like a lot of work too. When we sat down to discuss the service, we were presented with a lengthy, but well written liturgy put together in a simple way to kind of slot between the choirs. The thing missing was the Eucharist and for the Tongan and Samoan pastors that was critical. Our discussion turned into an interesting one about the differences between a European service with long unison prayers and lots of readings, but no communion and the services of other cultures which are more focused on a spiritual experience with less form and a whole lot less reading, but always with communion especially if it is with another group. I am not sure that everyone really heard each other at the table, but the group has a lot of respect for each other and didn’t get bogged down in the little things. We ended up taking out some of the formulaic stuff (with a nod the fact that it really was well written) and putting in the Eucharist. The previous year we had just left things up to two of the pastors and went with whatever they came up with. This year it started that way and turned into a collaboration that I personally appreciated for the insight I received into my own worship tendencies and a cultural sensitivity that reminded my a lot of the kinds of dialog that take place when putting together interfaith and ecumenical gatherings and worship. There is always a balance and I was proud of the pastors who were willing to stand up for what was important to them so that they could feel their people would be represented and their voice was being heard. It wasn’t like there was any intentional saying it has to be a certain way, but it still meant something to hear a pastor stand up and talk about why the Eucharist is important to them. Those who love liturgy didn’t loose out either and the service did its best to blend the voices of our faith communities into the voice of one church.

That same week I was part of an ecumenical service involving a Russian Orthodox Abbot, Episcopal, Lutheran, Presbyterian, and United Methodist pastors and with a choir of people from the Latter Day Saints. The service was put together using an Episcopal pattern with some Presbyterian prayers and a sermon by the Russian Orthodox Abbot. We could not do communion together because of some fundamental differences around the act, but we did have a blessing of the bread at the end. The part that stuck out to me though was that we used the Nicene Creed which clearly was inappropriate for the ecumenical group gathered, but I appreciated our Orthodox brother simply being willing to omit saying the Filioque (this is the part where is says the Holy Spirit proceeds from the Father (agreed on) and “from the Son” (not agreeable). As much as I appreciated his willingness to ignore it, he shouldn’t have been put in that position and I was disappointed that he was. Another part of the service that stood out to me was the bowing before the altar and crossing ones self. These are not a common part of my tradition and in some ways I felt awkward as the pastor who doesn’t really do those things and who has a theological issue with bowing to the altar or to the cross. In some ways the services was so liturgical (traditional formulaic) that I felt like I (or at least my style of worship) was the most left out of the service (though I had plenty of parts to read). This service was not a collaboration, it went well and had some good moments, but we were each just doing what we were told to do.
On a separate non-religious note about collaboration I recently finished listening to an interesting collaboration called, “The Copper Bracelet.” This is the second book using the same set of characters and with each chapter being written by a different writer. The first was, “The Chopin Manuscript” and I read it because there were chapters by several of my favorite authors including David Hewson (which was my uncle’s name, and who is a very nice guy on top of being a great author (I met him once and talked to him about travel and choice of graduate schools for something like 45 minutes)). This is obviously a very different kind of collaboration from that of a putting together a worship service, but there were some lessons in it that I find similar. What stands out to me is the effortless way one author can simply kill off or resurrect a character in a way that no single author would our could. When it’s your character there are always some who you simply know will survive, but when another author takes over all bets are off. I was actually annoyed at one point when a character that seemed interesting was abruptly killed and it made all his development in previous chapters seem pointless.
What is all comes down to is that in collaboration you sometimes have to be willing to let go. You do what you do and the next person does what they do and so on and you can’t always worry about what they will do with the things you created. On the other hand, in a good collaboration there is a mutual respect so that the important things are understood and in the end all the participants can feel they were are part of getting things to where they got. It can not be just about everyone doing their part, it needs to be about everyone actually being a part of things. Collaboration can be beautiful and it can be disastrous and either way we can learn a lot from it.
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dependency

It is an incredible thing to realize that there is someone in this world who is completely dependent on you and whom you know that you could not bare to let down. I have a lot of respect for nursing mothers whose life is not their own for months, but who willingly give of themselves so that that new life can thrive. The thing is, I never thought I would become a nursing mother, but I have of late been channeling my inner Michael Keaton (from perhaps his second most memorable role after Batman as “Mr. Mom”). My every moment is dictated by the needs of my infant daughter who will only take her bottles from me and has shown an unwillingness to accept any substitutes for her dad with no regard for the funerals and holiday services I am also responsible for. No sleep, no time for much of anything and certainly nothing which lasts longer than the prescribed three hours between bottles, but there is nothing I would rather be doing and there really was never any question that I would do what needs to be done(while still trying to make sure my 2 year old knows she is loved as well). It’s not like I am alone as a single parent without plenty of help, but this has given me a new understanding that my previous role of support staff could never have done.


There are many forms of dependency, but none is so complete as that of an infant to its parents. At various times in our lives we choose who we will place our trust in, who we will depend on, and that bond can be pretty special, but it is still our choice and the infant doesn’t have one. It is a question of not only who, but how much we are willing to depend on anyone. We have to decide how much of ourselves we are willing to give by allowing ourselves to be vulnerable in our dependence. When I counsel couples thinking about getting married, one of the things we always talk about is the balance of dependence that is so important in a relationship. You have to have things which are yours, and other people you can turn to, otherwise the weight of dependency will eventually become too great. To fall in love and allow yourself to depend in part on someone else is a beautiful thing and it’s truly a gift to find that so I do wish that for everyone, but there does have to be a balance.
The thing about it is that it’s not just the possibility that you might be let down, it’s the pressure we place on the other person by our dependence. For a lot of people (myself included) it is much easier to be the one that others depend on than to allow ourselves to be dependent. I suppose what I am learning with my daughter though is how deep and incredible that bond can be when we do let ourselves (as the classic song says) “lean on” someone else. It’s actually inspiring to feel that kind of trust whether it is earned or there was any choice involved or not. Perhaps my daughter will teach me how to lean on those who love me more. I guess that’s just one more gift our children can give us if we let them.
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What we are willing to do

I recently finished the book “Conversations with the Mann” by John Ridley and it brought up a lot of questions for me about how much we are willing to do to get where we want and what is perhaps more important; how we decide what we want. The story is about the life of a “negro, I mean black, I mean colored”(you will get the joke if you read it) African American comic; how he got where he got and the choices he made even when at the time he didn’t see them as choices. The story weaves it’s way through the perils of fame, the struggles of civil rights and integration, the quest we go on to find our own voice, the whole idea that when you get where you think you want to get you will finally be happy and the relationships you make and break on your way there. Over and over Jackie Mann is asked what he wants and his answer is simple, “Sullivan;” he wants to be on the Ed Sullivan show so he can really be famous. As a kid he used to watch the show and it defined every choice he would make. I don’t want to give away the story because it is worth reading, but my point is that what drove him, his singular purpose defined him and there is much to be learned from that kind of pursuit.

It is a rare gift to know what you want to be when you are young and for that one thing to bring you joy for a lifetime to come, but it does happen. It can get so easy to be stuck on a path because it’s the one we started out on that we sometimes never even look another direction and our greatest fear is that we might have to turn around and start over. We say we are going to do something and pretty soon we can’t do anything else. Even when it is the right path we can get so comfortable on it that we actually aren’t moving at all. Who we are and that thing which brings us our truest joy can be lost in the life we think we always wanted, but which we can’t even remember the reasons for wanting in the first place. None of this is to say that we can’t find that right path and stay on it into happiness, but the story of Jackie Mann reminds us that we need to be open to other roads that may turn out to be the true journey we are called to travel. If we are not open to any possibility but the one we start out with, we risk cutting off the people and the opportunities that surround us and in the end we may loose the chance to discover ourselves because of what we think we must be.
I suppose in the end the questions we must ask are: How much are you willing to give up to get what you think you want? How do we decide what we need to be? Who are you willing to hurt for your own ambitions? What about you is truly who you are? And the hope of it all is that somewhere along the way we find our voice.
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Why?-an old poem remembered

Why?

The crowds gather from all walks of life

Filled with their hatred, ignorance and strife.

They carry signs for their own cause,

but so often it’s more about seeking others flaws.

Down with those of a different race!

Down with those who walk a slower pace!

Down with those who appose our cause!

Down with those whose religion is not ours!

Down with those who don’t agree!

Down with those who aren’t like me!

These are the chants of the many,

But into the din of “down withs” a voice calls out

Not much more than a whisper, but heard like a shout-

Why?

What’s the difference but pigment in skin?

Is your cause a cause or are you just following to win?

Is your God really so small?

Do you really think you know it all?

Have you even tried to understand?

Have ever even been to a distant land?

Are you really so fragile you won’t even open your eyes?

What are you so afraid of? That what you think you know is really lies?

It didn’t take long for the whisper to grow

For the many to quiet and for their doubts to show

A chant that began as one voice becomes the voice of the many

People are looking for answers where there simply aren’t any.

Why?

I wrote a version of this poem more than ten years ago ( I remember the old version as being better than this one, but I can’t find it so this is as close as I could remember it). I was reminded of it a few months ago when I walked by a planned parenthood abortion clinic and was accosted by protesters who sit outside in an ongoing rotation to make sure the people walking by or walking in know that if you use birth control or get an abortion, they hate you and you are condemned with no chance of forgiveness. They don’t care what your reasons might be or how hard a decision it might be and if you read their signs they don’t really make a distinction between the use of birth control and an abortion. The part that bothers me most isn’t about whether I agree with them or not about abortion and birth control, it’s about their method of sharing their opinion that leaves no room for anything else and their’s isn’t just a form of disagreement, they are condemning and offering only hate. They call themselves pro-life, but they seem to be only pro your life if you agree with them. Like I said though it isn’t the cause that bothers me the most, it’s how they are choosing to promote it. I was re-reminded of this just a few days ago when a man who came up to me to tell me how cute my baby is turned his compliment into a commentary on abortion using church language and creating a box where he believes all Christians must live with no room for disagreement. Why do people do that? Why do we create such narrow worlds for ourselves that we leave no room to question and what gives us the right to impose our opinion on others without at least listening to theirs? We do we seek reasons to hate instead of giving ourselves reasons to love? I don’t have a problem with protest and I believe strongly in civil disobedience and justice, but I also believe that if your message is about putting someone else down then you have lost sight of justice and likely lost sight of your own goal that you began with as well.

I guess I wish more people would be willing to ask why; including and maybe even most importantly about our own decisions. There are lots of good causes out there and plenty of injustice that needs to be protested, but those protests should start with why too and even when there is no answer (like in the cases of racism and apartheid which have no legitimate reasoning behind them), having no answer is perhaps one the best arguments against them. The point is that we must question and that they reason for doing anything should never be hate. Even my two year old understand the importance of asking “why?”

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Prerogative

I hadn’t heard this word since Bobby Brown sang about it in 1988 (I hear that Brittany Spears did a version more recently, but it’s always hard to top the original). I was listening to a book, there it was and all I could hear was Bobby Brown singing “My Prerogative”. Prerogative is about a person’s right, a person’s privilege and the power you have to decide. It also speaks of “a distinctive excellence” according to Merriam- Webster and it made me think about the things which we actually have control over. The original term has to do with voting in the Roman Senate, but I am not talking about the things for which you have a vote, rather I am talking about the things which are truly yours to decide.

On my most cynical of days I am not sure this includes anything, because even decisions about the furnishings of ones own home (which was the subject mentioned in the book I was listening too) while yours to make are dictated by both your means and the space. Then there are times when you make a decision and you are sure about it, but it can’t happen right now for any number of reasons. I suppose that doesn’t change your prerogative in making the decision, but is does steal some of your thunder in its implementation. Luckily for me, though I can be quite cynical, I am in general an optimist and I believe that we actually have much more power to choose in this life than we usually think we do. There are the little everyday choices like how we dress, what we eat (I have no problem with picky eaters, you may as well enjoy what you eat), and for the most part how we fill our time (yes there are things we “must do,” but we have some control there as well) and I think you do establish your own, “distinctive excellence,” your own prerogative in these things. You also have slightly bigger choices and for the most part control over what to be, how to live, and who to be with. You can talk all you want about fate, and it is there, I believe we are placed in certain situations and we meet certain people for a reason, but you still have to take the opportunities that are placed in front of you; you make a choice. Like I said before though, you can make an argument about all the external factors involved and reduce these choices to a kind of limited prerogative, but it’s still yours.

Perhaps the one thing that we truly have power over though and which is for me most important to us, is our mind. We choose what we think. We may be influenced by any number of things, from our families, to our education, to the situation at hand, but it is still our choice. No one can make our mind up for us unless we choose to let them. No one can make us feel bad or sad or happy unless we let them. No one can take away our hope unless we let them. In some ways prerogative has the connotation of being the thing which we take control of, not which we are given control of. When we decide that we will be in control of our own fate, our own decisions, when we decide to own what is distinctive and excellent for ourselves and about ourselves; that is our prerogative. When we say (to quote Bobby Brown), “I don’t need permission, make my own decisions, that’s the way I want to live. I can do just what I feel. No one can tell me what to do. That’s my prerogative.”
If we have no prerogative we have no self and we simply let the world dictate everything for us. We need to take control sometimes. We need prerogative.
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Thoughts on Solitude

I have perhaps been reacquainting myself too much with Thoreau and Merton and watching too many movies like “Into the Wild,” or maybe I am drawn to them because of my own inner need, but I am feeling constantly driven to seek solitude. This is not new, but I am somehow thinking of it in a different way. As I wander the streets of Seattle with my headphones on listening to book after book (currently it’s “Conversations with the Mann”) I close off and I manage to be alone in a city filled with people and noises, sites and smells. I am both a part of it and yet removed voluntarily from it. As I sit in a hospital room holding my infant daughter asleep in my arms, there are other babies, nurses, parents, alarms and a cacophony of other noises all around us, but somehow the rest of the world melts away and it’s just the two of us. Late at night I stay awake and it’s like I can’t sleep unless I have had my dose of solitude. There are days when I feel I could disappear “into the wild” and I think that for myself it could be incredible, but the problem is I care too much about people and about what’s going on in the world to leave it in that way. Instead I steal my time. I sometimes feel the need to slink off to my cabin in the woods, but for now there are more important places for me to be. Even Thoreau realized the need for friends and society and the balance of things social and solitary (he did have three chairs). I feel in some ways I am becoming more efficient in making moments count for more, but the trick I suppose is to take what each moment has to offer and let it feed you in whatever way it will.

When I was in high school I befriended the chief custodian/maintenance person and amongst the many interesting conversations that we had there is one that I have never forgotten because what he said was so profound and it’s always amazing how he saw something in me that I had never really thought about. This was a man nearing retirement who had spent most of his working life in solitude. He worked in the schools for 30 plus years, but to most of the students he was invisible, a servant to clean up after them if they even gave it that much thought, but he actually liked it that way. He appreciated the solitude. It was my senior year and he asked what I was planning to do with my life. I told him I was planning on going into the ministry and though to that point we had never talked about faith or anything like it, he laughed and said, “it figures.” I couldn’t leave it at that, so I asked him to explain and he told me about his best friend who became a monk. He said that he had never met someone so thoughtful, intelligent and comfortable with them self as this friend and that I had always reminded him of that friend so it seemed only natural that I would be going that way too. He talked about the ability to be present in every moment so that if you were with him you always felt like you were the most important thing to him, and when he was alone he understood that was a way to be important to himself in the same way he made other people feel when he was with them. This deep understanding of the need for solitude and the way it can feed you along with the desire to offer a sense of importance to others resonated with me completely. I won’t say that I am as good at it as he was trying to give me credit for, but I will say it’s a goal that I have been conscious of ever since.

I guess the point is that appreciating solitude doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate being with people too; in fact it can make you better at really being with people. I don’t like crowds or large groups, but I care about people. I need solitude and it is where I perhaps thrive the most, but sometimes it’s nice to have someone to walk with and talk with too.