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You can't make new old friends

A treat to meet jmcphers when he visited my church yesterday. Though Sunday mornings keep me fairly busy with work, we got to chat a bit, and he also quickly became a favorite friend of a couple of our congregation's cutest little ones. Also always interested in the impressions of someone new to our worship service, so this was neat to read. I look forward to the next time we're able to connect.

Grace On Tap was enjoyable last night. Julie's music in particular always strikes a chord in me; it was part of the inspiration for a poem a couple of years ago. Glad cow was able to stop by for a bit, too.

Lunched at La Puerta with Nate today. Been too long since we caught up, and I felt as if I was more deliberate about listening and engaging than I have often been. Relationships take work.

The exodus of my LiveJournal friends continues. One of today's defriendings was personal, and thus more unpleasant. That said, I'm continually learning and having reinforced the simple truth that I cannot make friends or keep them by sheer force of will. People are and must be free, or else grace isn't grace and love isn't love. Having those things be true more than makes up for any losses.

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i'm not going anywhere.

just so you're aware.
I'm not going anywhere, either.

Except maybe to the pub. :D
your church sounds like it'd be pretty neat and interesting. strings . . . awesome. :)

i'm not about to defriend you either. i like reading your journal too much.(selfish motivation?)
really nice poem, by the way. i feel ya.
I can at least agree with the first part—anyplace I'd need to be one isn't a place I could be without a constant covering of grace.

Thankfully, my hope is based on exactly that promise.

Thank you.
You are a remarkable man. Meaning that literally - one who is to be remarked upon.

I'm sure there is more to the story here, but as you and I both know...anyone who messes with my Noodle messes with me.

Yo.

Yo.

Not much to tell, and if there's a bad guy, it's likely me. Mostly it's one of those things that brings banzai's Law of Human Behavior into consideration:
"Whenever the response is not equal to the stimulus, there must be another stimulus."
And the only responses that I can examine with any trustworthiness are my own.

So consider me affected, but never messed with. :)
we will be talking later. :)
I want to visit your church and be your friend. My body. My choice. So there.