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I dreamed last night about my church. They were holding an event, and I happened to be in the building at the same time, but didn’t know about the event.
When I saw so many people I knew gathering around decorated tables, I asked, “What’s going on?”
Someone gave me the name of the event (I’ve forgotten what it was in the dream). “I didn’t know about that!” I exclaimed, “Why wasn’t I told? That’s ridiculous that I wouldn’t know about it!”
Someone showed me the flyer that had gone out, and then I remembered. I had seen the flyer — and had ignored it, thinking it wasn’t worth my attention because it came from the more traditional service.
I could have joined in at that point, but I looked around the room, and saw it was full of the usual people — all older than me, and set in their ways. I complained to one person, “There’s never a group for people like me. I want to have a group of people who are more like me.” I didn’t get a response to that, however.
Now for the reality: Yes, in my church, there is a traditional service and an alternative service. Yes, there is a large percentage of older people who are fairly set in their ways. No, they are not awful people. They are loving and caring people, some of whom happen to dislike change, at least in some situations.
I have, on several occasions recently, complained about not knowing what’s going on. I didn’t know about the plans for an alternative gift-giving table for Christmas; I didn’t know about the new banners that were ordered; I didn’t know that someone was already bringing dinner for the Wednesday night group (I thought I was in charge of organizing that).
My dream tells me that maybe it’s at least partially my fault. Maybe I’m not listening, or communicating with others like I should. Maybe I’m isolating myself.
I also read a devotional this morning which talked about accepting people as they are and living in cooperation, not competition, with them. That’s another thing that makes me go, “Hmmm…..” And, “I can do better.”
I still wish there were some people more like me around, though. I’ve tried to start a small group for women closer to my age a couple of times, but it didn’t pan out. Both times, we started with three people, and both times it just fizzled out.
Where are the people like me? I know some of you are here, on the internet, but where are the ones in my neighborhood?
Now my conscience is telling me, “You have to go out and find them, and find out what is filling their lives, duh. Don’t worry about trying to get them into the church. Just try to get to know some people.”