Why are people, especially Christians, so often so reserved and afraid to be real with one another? I was thinking today about my passions... what is it that I really enjoy. One of my passions is hearing the stories that others have to tell. Not the surface ho-hum stories about the doggie making a doo-doo on the carpet. The REAL stories. The things that define us... change our lives... impact the way we feel, think, and act. Call me nosy, but I am infinitely intrigued by stories of falling in love, experiencing heartbreak, amazing triumphs, and living through hardships that nearly broke all hope.

I think this is part of the reason I've been so into following blogs. There are several people whose blogs I have read for years... seeing some of them go from single to married to parenthood. My favorite bloggers are the ones who, even if just once in awhile, really hang their hearts out there. They share a little bit about what their lives are really like... what goes on in their hearts, not just a play by play of the actions.

There are so many people I know, online or otherwise, that I feel I have but a small fraction of a glimpse into who they really are. Even those I see often in real life rarely step deeper into conversation. How often do you give a simple "Fine" in response to a question regarding how you're doing? As Christians we are called to share joy and sorrow with one another... "rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep..." but how can we accomplish this if we all paste on a fake smile and refuse to be real with each other?

The Jars of Clay song "Disappear" kinda echoed my thoughts today...

I'd really love to know
I'd really love to climb
My way into your heart
And see what I can find
I'd walk into your skin
Swim through your veins
See it from your eyes
I'd really love to try


...so the next time I ask you how you're doing, I'd love to hear a real answer. I want to know the REAL you.
1 Response
  1. Kim Says:

    I like this - I feel the same way!


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