One of the greatest compliments I have ever received was at Disciples’ Crossing, the camp and conference center for the Trinity-Brazos, North Texas and Northeast Areas of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). I was a counselor, I think at high school Conference, and a camper, a high school junior, was sitting by herself when she should have been in keynote. I asked her, “Why is your face leaking, girl who’s not where she’s supposed to be?” and we ended up talking for a little bit. She needed someone to listen, and I did. As we stood so she could get to keynote, she told me that, “If this camp was Hogwarts,” I would be Peeves, the poltergeist who causes trouble for no reason other than trouble should be caused.
I took that as high praise, then jumpkicked a trash can over, and ran away, hollering, “Look at what this girl did! No respect for the garbage cans! None!”
So, that’s camp Arthur. (I helped her pick up the trash, by the way, and I don’t think a soul believed she had kicked the trash can over.) I would never act like that at a funeral, and though tempting, probably not at a board meeting, either. In different places, and in different ways, we become available to one another and it leads to interpretation and ideation of who and how relationships are.
I bring this up because of the scripture this week, from the nineteenth chapter of Luke. It’s the parable of the ten talents, and in it, a sovereign invests in his people and goes away; upon returning, he wants to see the results. One person felt the sovereign was a devourer, who reaped where he did not sow, and acted accordingly. And through that interpretation, the sovereign responds. That part always sticks with me—the way we are interpreted may greatly inform how we interact with one another. If you think everyone thinks you’re a jerk, you might be more of a jerk than you are. If you think everyone thinks you’re a doormat, you might become more of a doormat than you wish to be. If you think everyone thinks you’re worth their time… well, there might be some amazing things happening.
So that’s where I am. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go kick over a trash can and blame it on Zane. I look forward to seeing you on Sunday. Shalom y’all,