Tonight I am reflecting gratefully upon the presence of friends, friends with whom we share different things in different circumstances.
For me, today . . .
I went to my home church for the Pentecost service, and spent some time before the service talking politics with two guys with whom I have served in various capacities. These days, we are all part of a group making occasional visits to our U.S. Senators and Representatives, trying to be present and advocate for justice where we can.
At lunchtime, my husband and I went to a bridal shower of a young couple at whose wedding I will co-officiate in three weeks. We have known the bride-to-be and her parents since she and our daughter were first graders together, and as families we have weathered some long nights in tandem over the years. What a joy to see this young woman and her fiancé, whom we are just getting to know, delighting in one another and in their anticipated future.
I spent some time online with a friend trying to help her as she tried to help yet another friend ~ unknown to me, in a distant state, and talking suicide. By the time we finished talking, the distant friend was headed for a hospital with another friend. There was nothing joyful about any of that, but there was a sense of knowing what steps to advise someone to take that was oddly satisfying, and the hope that a life may be saved. If it is, we won’t know, but that’s a good thing.
After dinner my husband I joined friends on a porch to relax and talk for a couple of hours ~ a summer event that has been going on for . . . well, a long time. Many of us have known one another for nearly thirty years. We know each other to laugh over the fact that some were itching to get home to the basketball game and others asked, “What game?”
Church friends, Montessori friends, suicide prevention friends, neighborhood friends. It’s a rich life that we have here.