strangers on an elevator

awkwardness no longer bothers me
in a weird, sitcom-esque way - I actually enjoy it

you know those moments that if someone else was there - you'd be killing yourselves laughing?
but it's just you - so it makes a lame story for later instead

these situations are funny because they are quite common, so most of us understand them

our physicality matters
we have a body
we have a presence
and that matters
don't ask me why - but it does

as I sit here in front of my computer, my presence is disembodied in relation to you as you read this

but...

in an elevator - our bodies matter
and there's an unspoken etiquette to how we use them

I won't go into the etiquette now - but think about your last elevator ride

for most people, there is a slight exchange of glances
a chit and/or a chat - typically weather related
a brief question on you desired destination (sounding so much more exotic than just floor)
and then silence

oh...that silence

and in that silence - so many things are said, thought and felt

I have a soul - you have a soul

and in some mysterious way - our bodies are comingled with our souls

how we use our bodies is important, as they are a remarkable reflection of the soul within

but what gets me is how our bodies can be mere inches apart and yet our souls are millions of miles away

and so we ride this metallic box in this urban landscape towards our next exotic destination having never 'engaged' the souls we ride with

but there are those brief, fleeting moments of deep significance that occur from time to time where our souls, screaming to be heard, have transcended to the surface - gasping for breath

and it happens - connection. inexplicable connection with another soul

we thirst for this

but maybe we're just strangers on an elevator...

attune

character and perspective rarely come easy

I'm not saying I have either - but can appreciate the pain-staking process in obtaining them

driving away from the hospital yesterday, there was this moment of clarity

you know those times where you feel like you can see for the first time what's always been there but you didn't notice?
like your senses are attune to a new song, a new fragrance and a new texture all at once?

that was yesterday

I wish I could describe it for you...

why does it take death to remind me to live?

character and perspective rarely come easy, but rather through a painful ascent

may I not forget this song too soon - may I sing of its words everyday

may I die everyday to rise up to life

...

there are those that I love with a parents' heart
and I don't know what it will take to wake them

what will it take to wake you?

pastor-guilt

there is an interesting thing that happens to me as I go through this life

apparently as a pastor I carry around this thing that I like to call pastor-guilt

and it's not what you'd expect that to be

it's not me, as a pastor carrying around guilt, rather it's how I obviously make people feel

it goes like this...

I run into someone I haven't seen in awhile and stop to see how they're doing and catch up on life

now, if this persons knows/remembers that I'm a pastor - they'll go into this rambling of guilt-ridden prose

"oh yeah, I know that I haven't been to church in a while"
"I've been doing this and that..."
"I've really been meaning to do this"

I never know quite how to respond

it makes me feel bad actually - making people feel guilty just at that sight of me - yikes

so, in an effort to avoid these situations in the future, let me say this:
- do good
- do those things you feel compelled to do
- don't let guilt run your life
- do right by God
- if you're feeling guilty about something, maybe there is something to it - but please, don't place it on me
- I honestly just want to know how you're doing

but maybe you already told me

are you safe? - an internal monologue

*stepping into the room*

hi.

I know you can see me, please don't look the other way
we've worked together for 3 years
I know you're busy. I know you've got your life
your kids and your mortgage

and you're pleasant enough
we talk about the seasons changing
and construction slowing our drives
among other unremarkable things

I feel pathetic, like I'm begging for attention
you know what? don't worry about it
but you have a depth
I can tell

it's not like I have major problems
just a handful of minor ones
pretty standard really
but I hurt

did you know that I paint?
yeah - weird hey?
I love it
painting, that is

"what are you doing this weekend?"

my friend died last year
I never told anyone here
didn't even take time off
I don't know why

are you ok with this superficiality?
because I'm growing increasingly tired or it
or apathetic
somedays I can't tell the difference

do you ever daydream about swerving into oncoming traffic?
or off an embankment?
not in a death-wish sort of way
but just for fun?

are you safe...?

"are you safe?"

*exits room*

therapy

I'm a pastor.

what this entails continues to befuddle me

but I spend most of my time with people in all different capacities
sometimes it means coffee, sometimes it means hospitals, sometimes it means preaching and teaching
but always people.

which works out great because I love people

I enjoy getting to know them
what makes them happy. what makes them sad

I enjoy hearing their stories and telling some of my own

mostly I enjoy listening

but...

I grow tired

not of people - but I need some space

and for me, one of the best forms of therapy is working with my hands

after days of reading and writing, meeting with people, talking, thinking, etc. I can think of little else that revives me as doing something physical and shutting my mind off

my therapy is relatively mindless and blissful and preferrably outside

for many in trades and other physical jobs, they relax by reading or doing something non-physical

it's the opposite for me

I think it has something to do with pure physical exertion and more immediate results - there is something to see and admire for what I have done - like creation

I can step back, fold my arms and feel good - knowing that I DID something

because the majority of my days are much more subtle

serving people is subtle. rarely are there times that I can say "there - I DID that" and mostly because that comes off as selfish - I think you get what I'm saying

but there are those times as I walk with someone through a defining moment in their life and know - this is the only thing for me

those are the moments I cling to

...oh yeah - and golf.

so, what is your therapy?