Reminder from Sanjaya
Yes, that's right -- I was reminded of something very important by our favorite local American Idol contestant, Sanjaya. Seems like miracles are everywhere this time of year!
One way or another, last week I found myself attending Black Nativity at Intiman for the second time in a matter of days. It truly is a spectacular show and I appreciated the opportunity to see it again. This time, though, I took away a very different message than I did days earlier -- something that I explored in this earlier post.
Somehow I missed his introduction during the Saturday evening performance, but on Wednesday night I picked it up clearly. The young man about to sing the old hymn His Eye is on the Sparrow was the former American Idol. Although I have never watched a season of American Idol, I knew enough to recognize Sanjaya's name. I knew him as the skinny kid from the Puget Sound that inexplicably kept sticking around week after week following the audience voting. This was confirmed for me as my friend that I attended the performance with giggled through the beginning of the song!
Sanjaya, however, reminded me of one of the most important lessons of my life -- that God is near and that he has been with me every step of the way. I spend a fair amount of time here wrestling with issues around my creation and my disability, but just as pertinent are the ways in which I see God's active hand as I look back on my 32 years of life thus far. So pertinent are these lyrics from the song --
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
In hearing Sanjaya sing these words, key points of my life (and the questions that came with them) flashed through my mind:
- Upon my birth, my parents were told that I would never walk, never feed myself and would always be reliant on help from others to do daily tasks. But, as history has proven, that was not to be.
- Nearing age 16, I wanted to drive like every other red-blooded, American young man. After much research, we found a man in California that adapted cars with a steering wheel on the floorboard of the car. In addition, the local school district and the state government paid for the expensive adaptions to the car. Having a car has offered me independence like none other in the years since.
- Moving to college was full of unknowns: leaving home, needing help from a roommate I'd never met and moving to a big city. I'm still not sure how it all happened, but I graduated from SPU two years later and was on my way to a marketing career.
- Traveling for work posed a significant challenge. Although I had developed a basic system for how to function away from home, the device I used to dress myself was based on weak suction cups that required a flat wall surface to work properly. Again, the state Department of Vocational Rehabilitation stepped in and connected me with a man that would help develop the special device I use today.
These are just a few of the ways that I've seen God appear in situations that I was confounded by. And, he still often meets me in those moments today -- usually at the moment that I give up trying to figure it all out!
It was nice to pause and to be reminded of this truth last week. It took Sanjaya to break through with that reminder and I'm so glad I heard it the second time around!
Community
First, it will fun to see how many hits I get this week with this blog post title. I suspect there will be a few folks stumbling upon my blog looking for information about the new NBC sitcom Community. If that's you, sorry to disappoint. I plan to talk about actual relationships here -- not sitting in front of a TV and acting like it's a relationship!
I'm in a season where I've been blessed with a large community of folks to connect with and to share stories with. Part of that has to do with the fact that I'm not taking any grad school classes right now and that has opened up free time to pursue relationships. And, part has to do with unique opportunities that have presented themselves within the past few months. Either way, it's been a great way to spend this fall -- with a wide variety of folks that continue to offer themselves and their stories.
Amongst my valued time with friends and family (which has increased as of late as well), I've recently joined two groups:
1. The Hearth: a small group of folks from various spiritual backgrounds. Although we are reading The Reason for God (by Timothy Keller) together, it's more of a discussion group rather than a book club. We gather at my house every other week and I'm amazed at the level of honestly and relationship I've discovered through this group so far.
2. Core Audience at Intiman Theatre: again, a diverse group of people (this one larger, at 30-40 people) that watches a play then discusses it afterward. Yesterday was the first group discussion of the year as we attended a production about Abe Lincoln that inspired great thoughts about what it means to be a leader and a hero.
The sense of community for me has less to do with joining a group, though, and much more about opening myself up to others. This is something that I believe very few of us do well, if at all.
Throughout the fall the phrase that keeps coming to mind in regards to relationship is "to have others hold up a mirror for us to see ourselves." As someone who spends a lot of time alone thinking, I'm learning that narcissism pales in comparison to what is offered in a true community. To share your life and passions with others and to have them reflect that back to you is amazing.
Recently I met a friend of mine, Pete, for lunch and he offered to me within our time together that he could see my newly-discovered love for writing and telling my story. And, in reflecting that back to me, he was asking what plans I'd put in place to make that happen. He could see the desire and now he wanted to know what steps I was taking to fan that flame. That's what I mean about a mirror reflecting. It challenged me to recognize that truth about myself and to begin to consider how I truly risk in pursuance of that desire.
Too often we think of dreams and goals as something that we set our minds to and pursue alone. That's part of the nature of who we are as humans and it makes for a great story. Instead, I'm realizing that much of our dreams and goals are realized through community. People that encourage us to take a risk, folks that offer encouragement and those that offer us a chance to rest, laugh and enjoy life. Thank you to those friends that have done those things for me -- and I can only hope that I'm providing a fraction of the same for you all.