Young men meet in suits and ties and shined-up shoes that hide their boyish longings to be accepted and important. With the latest technology in hand and the smartest phone dumbing down their ability to capably interact as a human being with etiquette and manners, they bark back and forth about things they think the other may be impressed with them knowing.
The carefree and offensively bold innuendos from the man old enough to be my grandfather make me initially annoyed. It doesn't take long for me to feel pity for him, however. There is no ring on his finger, maybe no woman in his life to be the recipient of his deep-seeded need to be loved and cared for.
I look out the window to see a young mother, pushing a stroller full of blankets and gift bags, assuming somewhere underneath it all lies a baby depending on her care. Her young toddler follows in the cold, grasping with each of her steps for her mother's hand to hold, but unable to connect. That's when it all makes sense to me.
Each of these people here at the coffee shop today are trying to connect with someone, in their own ways, regardless of how shallow or meaningless it may appear. Let's face it, even by my writing this blog, I'm trying myself to connect on some level with people. The question is, are we able to? Is it just a vain attempt we are all trying to pursue or are we actually making progress?
In this season of tinsel, lights and gift wrap, my heart longs to connect in a deep and personal way to a Baby that was born in a manger, not a fat man in a red suit and an unattended to beard. I want to connect to people who need to know that there's a Man who was born to die, with no agenda other than to absorb the cost of our failures and mishaps.
"He made Him who knew NO sin to BE sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him." 2 Corinthians 5:21 (NASV - emphasis mine)
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