A rare treat today. Managed to store up enough time to do a good deal of visiting. Or at least that’s how I think it happens.
The week is a series of tasks that need to be dealt with, one way or another, to give space for the relationship things. And its the relationship things that shape the tasks. And of course, being male, things seem sequential, not simultaneous, and the wood is beyond the trees.
So, I spent time with someone recovering from surgery; someone whose eyesight is recovering slowly; someone whose legs are playing being asleep; someone about to return home from an informative, but not transformative, stay in hospital, someone newly moved into a home.
And I’ve spent time with some people on the phone. Most to arrange things with. A good few of these today were to do with planning final goodbyes. Funerals.
However, reading what I’ve just written will give you a totally wrong impression. Totally.
I didn’t meet a man recovering from surgery, for example, I met a friend who graciously shared what his experience had been like, who allowed me into his world, and shared his insight into Habbakuk, which I agreed with. I didn’t meet a lady newly arrived, I met a lady who has given much and freely in her life, and is looking to continue to do so in a new place. Trusting and hopeful. Though I was speaking to someone grieving a very fresh loss, I was being shown great dignity, presence of mind, and unexpected peace. And so I could write of all the above.
It is not what you meet, but who. Only if you encounter the who will you help with the what.
I haven’t come to give you tasks, Jesus might have said, but life in abundance, in which to share tasks.