E-mailed my best friend Christopher, for whom I've been very concerned. His marriage is rocky (they live separately right now) and he seems unable or unwilling to accept that his faith in Christ can be a certain thing. Reminded of the talk of Susan in The Last Battle, at the end of C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia:
"My sister Susan," answered Peter shortly and gravely, "is no longer a friend of Narnia."I desperately don't want that to be what is said of Chris at the end. I also know that it's in God's hands, that my place is to pray and be a friend. That doesn't diminish the peril or the urgency in the least, nor should it. Time isn’t a given—I’m not able to see the minute and second hands on the hour of God’s favor. “Seek Him while He may be found” may seem trite, but I’m not ready to yield the territory of truth just because it’s been mis/overused by others.
Seek Him while He may be found, old friend.
Long day yesterday, with a dinner for church leaders hosted by one of the Community Groups at the church office in the evening. Odd (or not) that people we've been trying to get to these meetings for months ("too busy") suddenly have free time to show up when there's food (and that part was only announced at the end of the week last week). Free food apparently isn't just for students anymore. I need to stretch myself to accept the blessing of their presence and pray that their appetite has been whet to come again, rather than being critical from the vantage point of my (imaginary) self-righteous high horse.
And me? I'm plugging along. Last night's dinner, full of precious, wonderful people I enjoy, also approached my tolerance levels. Too much noise, too many people, being pulled in too many directions. Overwhelming again. The day ahead looks to be pretty quiet at the office; no evening plans at this point, either. Thank God.