When Things Click

Last night we had a dozen people (in addition to our family of five) for happy hour.  And for what felt like the first time, I was able to have a series of meaningful discussions one on one with people in the midst of the overall hullabaloo.  We had people around until almost midnight, and there was a lot of time for good interactions.

There was the guy who wanted to know how I could say in my sermon that morning that I had no doubt that the events in Genesis – specifically the Joseph story – were historically accurate.  We were able to talk about history and documents and whether it’s more reasonable to assume an attitude that none of it can be true because we can’t prove it’s true, or whether we trust what it says because we don’t have good reason not to.

I got to speak with a young woman who desperately wants her younger brother to move out West, in no small part so he can come on Sunday nights and begin connecting to people in various ways.

I was able to facilitate another young man who is preparing for bartending school by letting him make a variety of drinks for people instead of me doing it all.

I got to speak to someone who helps out with music at our church about increasing and diversifying the types of music and the number of people we get involved.

My wife was able to have a side discussion with a newly married young woman on the sensitive issue of birth control and the risk considerations of utilizing pharmaceutical methods.  I was able to talk with this same young woman about coming to church instead of pretending that Sunday happy hour is church.

Part of what was different last night was that I deliberately made myself sit down in the fray for an extended period of time, which allowed for different people to gravitate in and out and engage in conversation, instead of me focusing solely on making drinks and washing dishes and doing all the things that a host does.  Part of the draw for Sunday nights I think is that they are intergenerational.  People get to interact with our kids as well as my wife and myself, and they want those opportunities.

And of course, one of the best parts of every Sunday night is the post-event debriefing, when my wife and I sit or collapse with a cup of tea and recount our various observations and interactions, comparing notes, encouraging one another, tucking bits away mentally for future reference if needed.  It’s the best part of the evening to sit with my best friend in the world and my partner in life and talk about how good God is!

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