Watching the show.

Dear casual acquaintance, one time friend and future friend, perhaps,

We're on radically different roads. And yet, God somehow keeps drawing us together. You've spent the last twenty years thriving on success. I've spent the same two decades deciphering failure. Here's what's totally wild about that. You've never understood my choices. When you could have been a brother, you wanted to be a teacher. When you could have chosen to be a leader, you chose to be a critic. Maybe that tells me more about you. Maybe some days that tells me more about me. When it comes to wins and losses, you're probably well aware of what you count as the score. For me, those aren't categories that really matter. We're so different, it's difficult for me to love you.

And yet, God is calling me to do just that. And I'm really not crazy about the idea. So hopefully the two of you, God and you, can wait, while I get myself together, and chose to love you. Fair warning, it may take just a bit. But I get the idea that below the carefully constructed persona is a whole lot of pain. So yes, I'm on my way. But before I come, I've got to love you for who you are, and not for who you aren't. I've got to see you for who you actually are, and not who you think you are. I've got to be ready to listen to justifications and hopeful constructions instead of actual truths. You know. The way our God runs to me, without me waiting to be good enough for him. Perhaps I'm coming sooner than I think.

thus spake,

me