Have you ever encountered someone with the ability to point out things you already knew in such away that you both wanted to weep and thank them at the same time? The people that can sift through the information you’ve presented them and see to the heart of the matter in short order?
On Thursday I had coffee with the Small Group Resource person at my church. We met to discuss the situation my small group has found its self in, but wound up talking just as much about my church past as we did my church present. At one point she looked at me and with one of those sad smiles said, “No wonder you are in so much pain. You’ve spent all your life feeling alone in the mist of a crowded church and now you are back there. That’s been home for you but it’s a terrible home and yet your history has taught you to be most at home alone.”
There were a fair amount of tears after she said that and though she said many more things I can’t remember any of them. It’s all true, and what’s more I assume that alone will always be home. As much as I love all of you I count on you not getting it at least half the time. I count on figuring it out (whatever “it” is at the moment) with very little help. And maybe if I had just been able to have a day of aloneness on Friday I wouldn’t be writing this or still pondering it over today.
But I didn’t. I had a busy day which ended in seeing a visiting show. I grew up with the songs from the show. I can remember dancing around my living room to the CD and when I moved to Seattle one of it’s songs was sung nearly daily in my mind. It’s a show about being alone in the mist of a crowd, about not fitting in and longing to find home. I bought these tickets months ago. I was going with a friend but plans changed as they often do and I wound up sitting with 3 people I like but barely know. 3 people who by the time we got to the show it seemed we had already exhausted our common ground and I was feeling just a like I didn’t belong.
So when the curtain came up and the characters started exploring this theme something in me wanted to sob but still hasn’t found a way. I long to not be alone and yet I don’t trust the hope of community. I have no idea what will happen with my small group. I just sit here waiting for the unknown. Waiting to leave home to truly find it.