Go, and See

"Have thine own way, Lord."

Annika and her friend, Hunter, have come home for the evening. Hunter is from the deep south and clearly grew up in an evangelical setting. He is playing all the old familiar hymns of my childhood and I admit, it brings tears. "Sweet Hour of Prayer," "Just A Closer Walk With Thee," "Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior," and a dozen more. They speak to me at an emotional level that you either 'get' or you don't, depending on your background.  And that's cool. We all have our points of connection with the languages of faith.

Hours before Annika got here with Hunter, the Buddettes said their farewells. Yes, the Buddettes. Five of us, from Oakland and San Francisco all the way to Columbia, South Carolina. I'm the baby of the group. We started meeting when we did similar, challenging work in the church headquarters about 15 years ago. A support system in the midst of difficult assignments. It was wonderful and once, when Noreen was heading off to a 'retreat' with us, she said she was going to see her buddies. Her colleague at the time, said, "Wouldn't that be Buddettes?"  We all laughed and so we have been Buddettes ever since.

We are very different from one another, speak different languages of faith, sing different songs, have differing personalities. From the stoic and quiet introvert to the loud and brash. We are Buddettes. But this we have in common. A desire to be in the will of God, to say in our own different ways, "have your way with me, God." And we support that in one another. Our final evening Sue said, "What would you like me to pray for, now, for you, until we meet again?"

What would you like me to pray for, for you?  We went around the room and spoke of the usual: health and children and money, for peace and balance, for healing and joy. It made me think of all of you, of us, a community of God's grace. What would you like me to pray for, for you?  What a cool question for us to ask of one another. And what a cool offer to make.

So at 5:45 a.m. this morning we said farewell; they went, I stayed, but all of us were committed to going off to pray for one another to see Jesus in all the ways that we can definitely count on Jesus showing up for us, to us, for the world, to see. "Have your way with me, God."

I hope and pray you have friends who show Jesus to you, and to whom you can show Jesus, just by how you are. I know you do.  And now I have Hunter to show Jesus to me with his piano-playing. How blessed am I. You too, I pray.


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