I was not sure what to expect at dinner. Nine individuals with a shared history of working at the same bank who have gone separate ways. A lot has changed. At least three marriages, several new industries, and now we were having dinner four time zones away from where it all began for us as a group.
I walked away reminded of the bonds which bind us together as family. Close or not so close, stayed in touch or this is the first time we have spoken in five plus years, there was a tangible sense of connectedness that defied logic. In my reflection, I can hear the echo of Paul’s words centuries ago; “Everyone I meet – it matters little whether they’re mannered or rude, smart or simple – deepens my sense of interdependence and obligation.” (Romans 1.14)
The lingering reminders I find myself holding onto more tightly include the following.
My family is a lot larger than I usually see. In this case, I enjoyed recovering the family ties which link us together. Yes, we are different. Yes, we have very different views of life. Even the way we live it out has its unique patterns. Yet, and there is a big yet, with an acute awareness I know I would willingly go the extra distance to help if any one of them needed it.
As much as one might think s/he shares, there is more. The question, “why didn’t you tell me this before” was both haunting and inviting. Frankly, I have no idea. I thought I had. I know I will!
Life is richer with family. The story we share can continue to grow if I am open to the possibilities. There were several open invitations. What happens next is always the question at hand. It now includes an awareness of a broader view of who is in the family. Even as I write this, my vision goes further as others come into focus.
The dinner lessons start with an interdependence insight. Life is composed of threads, deep, messy, and unknowingly strong.
