I “unfriended” a guy on Facebook the other day. (If you’re finding this through the link on my FB page then it’s not you… ah, right?) I did it because I realized that I wasn’t a friend to him. Didn’t mean for that to happen. Just something in the way I talk or write or whatever and what came back to me was clarity. I was a pain. I wasn’t a friend.
So, it seemed like a good time to disconnect.
My network is less. It doesn’t mean I won’t connect in the future. It doesn’t mean I won’t be glad to see him if we bump into each other at some convention or airport. It just means that he’s probably better without me. I loosened my grip.
There are words for people who tighten their grip when they realize that the relationship isn’t going the way they hoped. Words like “stalker,” and “insane crazy stalker.” But there are also words like “stupid” and words of guidance like “get a clue.”
So, I loosened up a bit ‘cause I think that’s what Jesus would do. That’s at least part of the way I read “The Prodigal Son” story… you let the person who’s upset go. But then there’s the other end, you just never stop watching for things to take a turn back around.
There’s another good word I find in Scripture, “As far as it depends on you, be at peace with everyone.” (Romans 12:18) So, my hope is that this will be a step toward living at peace and that peace will grow and will bear some fruit in the future. That’s my hope at least.
So, I take a big sigh and walk out into the streets of the glorious day that fills Lancaster city today and remember my friend whose hand I loosed and say a prayer for peace and well-being. And I look toward being a better friend, learning what I should from this moment and getting back into the game. God says he uses all things for good in the lives of those who believe. He doesn’t say all things are good or that we won’t be overwhelmed. He just says he’ll use whatever’s put in front of him. Whatever and wherever we mess up, he says he’ll use that. That’s a good thing to pray for as well, I’m thinking.
Reminds me of the “Throne Room”. A guy named James Hampton made a throne room for Jesus out of scavenged materials, just gradually collected and incorporated all this junk until it worked. It’s interesting to think that our hearts might be like that. Maybe all that garbage that God is picking through from my life, the stuff that still makes me wince 10 years after it happened, is being used to create a place that worthy of his habitation. Yeah… I’ll pray in that direction, too.