Also happened upon an old high school yearbook. Strange that it would still hold things for me: gratitude for friendships and experiences, nuggets of prophecies (fulfilled and not), regret for those I failed in so many ways. The past is God's, too.
In the evening I joined Connor at the Elysian for dinner, a pitcher, and some catch-up time. Hadn't seen him since he graduated, and our conversation, as always, ran the gamut, with a special emphasis on relationships and a healthy dose of laughter.
Even in a friendship like the one I share with Connor, sometimes I struggle with feelings of awkwardness regarding my faith in Christ. I can't really share my experiences or perspectives without involving Him— He's a constant part of my life, the only constant. But for others, I fear He has a status akin to an imaginary friend, or simply a part of a belief system rather than the center of a life (and a million other beautiful things). Often, I retreat to wit or intellectualizing rather than being fully present, but I'm striving to change this. If I'm going to call others to show up, I need to do so as well.
Esther just happened in. Gifted, brilliant woman, has a Masters' in painting but decided she didn't want to teach in higher ed so she makes a living as a waitress insted. She and her husband, Brent, help run our men's and women's prayer meetings. Sounds like Brent would like to arrive a bit late tomorrow morning so he can watch the World Cup match, so it was serendipitous for us to see one another.
Been enjoying more new music since yesterday. Explorations include:
- The Anniversary
- Badly Drawn Boy
- Bright Eyes
- The Eels
- Le Tigre
- Neutral Milk Hotel
- Sigur Rós
- Teenage Fanclub
- Yo La Tengo