A casual conversation always says more than either party realizes at the time. The storyteller thinks that s/he is simply sharing a story. While there is a story in the mix, there is also an implied commentary told by inflections, emphasis, and expressions. The commentary reflects one’s values and priorities. It reveals the way people and principles work together in her/his life. It is a story in itself even though it is wrapped around another story.
As I listened to one, I found myself admiring the storyteller. There is a truism that says “anyone who claims to live in God’s light and hates a brother or sister is still in the dark.” (1 John 2.9) In this case, the storyteller was a champion for those that they had reasons to hate. Betrayal, judgment, and deceit are grounds for judgment. They had first had knowledge of how this played out in their relationships. Yet, the story in the story was different. I heard compassion, empathy, and a willingness to help. This was someone that had not given up on others. They cared enough to try and make a difference.
As the day dawns, I find myself getting ready to do battle. In the main, I know I have the high ground. Misrepresentation, falsehoods, and hysteria are familiar adversaries. It is natural to eliminate the messenger with the message. Even as I prepare, I find myself listening to the story. Life is never about two choices. There are always more. Compassion can be part of today’s narrative. A willingness to help could be part of the storyline. There is an opportunity to make a difference.
As obvious as this approach might be, I would suggest it is a difficult path to take. It means I will have to put aside my prejudice. It demands that I live with the pain of yesterday to pursue the opportunity of tomorrow. It calls me to look beyond myself. If I go down this path, I will have to step outside of my traditional community to something larger. A road less travelled.
