It’s about listening to them and also trying to hear, really hear what it is that they have to say.
It’s about knowing you aren’t as quick or graceful as you once were, but just enjoying some hoops anyway.
It’s about laughing with the guys you hang out with heaps, and laughing with the ones that you don’t know from a piece of chalk.
It’s about holding the baby in your arms, seeing that tiny hand and marvelling at God’s creation.
It’s about laughing at Christy’s impersonation of the “heat-meiser” for the hundredth time, knowing for sure you will both laugh at it at least a hundred more.
It’s about realising that the guy whose deeds in 590-604AD you are writing about was passionately in love with the God who is passionately in love with you.
It’s about late night chats with a girl. Talking about stuff that matters and enjoying the fact that, despite being boy and girl, you both just enjoy being friends.
It’s about a thousand things. Maybe a thousand thousand. Watching your “non-touchy-feely” mate feel so comfortable holding hands with his girl, seeing your youth group kids start interacting with you like adults, late night noodles, early morning prayer, enjoying one chocolate more than you might have enjoyed ten, lifting weights, doing pushups, exercise with Timmy D. It’s reading Spurgeon, Lewis, Balzac, and Calvin and Hobbes cartoons. It’s caring about your friend that’s down & letting go of the fact that your computer is no more.It’s all a part of it.
It’s realising, really realising that you are not in the centre, you’re just at the fringe.
But you’re a part of it. You’re a part of it all.
And it’s a part of you.