Hiding from People I Love (Post 2 in the Third Chapter Spiritual Disciplines Series)

The best people annoy me.

It’s admittedly my failing, not theirs.

Thanks to the Holy Spirit, I’m mostly able to avoid eye rolling, sighing, glaring, and raising my eyebrows in group settings, but that’s testimony to His work, not mine.

Hey, I enjoy my own company. I agree with myself all the time and frequently want to do exactly what I enjoy.

Arguments with myself are rare. I’ve never needed articles on how to be my own best friend. Add to that my natural introversion and it would be easy to avoid community all together.

The older I get, the weirder the world gets. The strangeness of each new generation seems to climb exponentially with each decade I live.

And then, there’s church. Gen X’ers, Gen Y’ers, and Gen Z’ers, oh my!

Countless conversations there feel like repeat arguments in a long marriage.

I often remain silent to avoid saying, “Didn’t we settle that question back in the 1980’s?” or “I cannot revisit this subject again. Isn’t there a book you can read?”

I used to criticize the older generation for backing off from church activity, “retiring” from serving, or resisting change. Now, I’m sure they’re looking on from heaven chuckling and heckling, “Not as easy as it looks, is it?”

No.

Still, God calls us, from cradle to grave, to show up. Hence, the spiritual discipline of Intentional Community.

As we age, our appetite for community can wane. Maybe we feel our family is enough.

We have our gardens, watercolors, travels, and books. Or, we’re still working and have less energy at days’ end. We’re drained after caring for parents, spouses, or siblings.

Life’s losses take a toll. News and social media increase our anxiety baseline.

Life’s big questions no longer feel hypothetical, but are everyday realities.

It can be easier to avoid community and justify it by convincing ourselves we’re doing them a favor.

Why burden them with our cantankerous inner topography? Why weigh down the next generation with our late-life questions? Let’s not scare the thirty-somethings.

Richard Foster’s book Celebration of Discipline, released in 1978, the year I started college. It had a profound impact on my spiritual life. Those disciplines continue to serve me but in my sixties, solitude comes easily.

The discipline I need to add now is Intentional Community. The discipline of showing up.

It’s become too easy to spend hours alone.

At church, it’s more tempting than ever to slip out as the service ends and avoid the chit-chat of coffee hour. I’ve never been one for small talk, less so now, and there’s an unread novel calling my name.

But, the Holy Spirit prods me to linger, reminding me that solitude isn’t a spiritual discipline if I’m using it to hide, escape, or avoid interaction that may remind me I’m still a work in progress.

The Bible tells me I need others and they need me. To not to give up meeting together. That two are better than one. That He blesses the two or three gathered with His presence.

Romans 12:16 says, “Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly. Never be wise in your own sight.” You know what helps me see how much I still have to learn? Being around other people.

Getting annoyed is a growth accelerant.

To be united with Christ is to be part of the family of God—an active part of a living body.

In our flesh, we may have less energy, less appetite, less stamina for community, but the Holy Spirit can provide what we need to get over ourselves.

To help us practice Intentional Community, we must simply remember to SLIP and FALL.

Show up: Sure, slow down, but still show up. Get to church. Attend a mid-week gathering. Serve in one ministry. You don’t have to maintain your old pace but choose to show up regularly. It really is half the battle.

Linger: Hang out. Tarry. Sit awhile. The most powerful connections happen in the unguarded, unscripted moments when the table’s being cleared. Don’t rush off. Remember, to love is to linger.

Invest: Even if you’re identifiers and appearance change, you don’t need to accept invisibility. Be intentional about having at least one conversation and then invest in making it happen. Ask God to identify that divine appointment.

Present: While others look at watches or cell phone notifications, be the person who is present. You’ll be amazed what ministry can occur simply through the precious gift of your presence.

 

Focus: At gatherings, noise can be a factor and large group discussions can overwhelm, so focus on a smaller group, maybe one family, or look on the fringes for someone holding up the wall. Don’t wait to be noticed. Be the noticer.

Authentic: Drop the mask. Haven’t we earned the right to be ourselves? Bring your authentic self into conversations with young and old alike. While you still feel like your 25-year-old self, others may see you as “the old guard,” “the authority,” or the “serious senior.” Be a surprise by being you. Let them see what they’d be missing without you there.

 

Listen: Ask compassionate questions (prepare some before you even leave the house). Simple questions can open great conversations. “Tell me about the first car you remember.” “What is it like being in high school these days?” “If your life was a movie/song/book, what would be the title?” Listen. Then say, “Tell me more,” or “Wow, I’d like to hear more about that.”

Look: Look for opportunities to: Learn, laugh, love, and leave others better than you found them. Proverbs says that as we refresh others, we are refreshed. Learn a joke. Ask others to share a funny story. Ask yourself what you learned about others today, about yourself, about community. Love with words of validation, with acts of kindness, and with exchanges of prayer and God’s Word. See others and help them see God.

Intentional Community—a spiritual discipline to add to life as we age. I read every comment so share your experience with wanting to drop out but continuing to show up!

If you missed my first post in this series on Third Chapter Spiritual Disciplines, you’ll find it here.


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  1. Voni says:

    Boy did I wanna get home after church yesterday. But gotta sit and talk to a couple young women. What a pleasure when I intentionally turned that on.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Mid-sixties widow, raising my teen granddaughter. I serve on the church council, music team, run the sound booth and live stream. Age peers are retired, comfortable, and childless. Parenting peers are half my age, married, intent on their preplanned lives. I after stowing the tech and music gear after service, I usually slip quickly out with my girl, who is also not keen on hanging around. Sometimes I’d love to visit, but it feels harder to find the fit or the match up, than it is to just go. It’s a small church and we are a loving body. That is a sweet consolation when extended time together seems too hard.

    • You’ve certainly stayed engaged! Your experience reminds me of someone who once said that our internal selves really remain close to who we were as teens, we just become teens with wrinkles. When it’s not clear where we fit or with whom we might match up during those unscripted hours, we often choose to exit. I’m the same. I can speak to 1000 people but then when the meal is serve, I panic like I’m back in the lunch room in junior high. You’ve been very real about the challenge of just showing up in those moments.

  3. Anonymous says:

    Yesterday, I had an opportunity to spend some time with a bunch of women in our community – women I’d never met. Some poured their hearts out to me – I was at the event as a participant, the same as them, but I saw their pain, listened to their stories, heard their hearts. Later, I couldn’t stop praying for each one of them. Yes, it was exhausting, totally out of my comfort zone, and not something I would normally seek to do. But my heart was filled.

  4. Mark says:

    Excellent post, Lori! So timely and so needed. But, then again, in the first century this encouragement was written into Holy Scripture, “Do not forsake the fellowshipping together one with another, as is the habit of some, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.” So I guess the gist of your post has ALWAYS been timely and needed, huh!

    I can remember when my “First Love” for Jesus Christ was all shiny and brand new and I could hardly wait for Sunday or the Friday night young adults Bible Study so that I could worship, hear Biblical teaching and preaching, but also just so that I could hang out with other believers in Jesus! Then my interest diminished little by little until Karen practically had to drag me to church on Sunday and, even there, I often found myself becoming a super critical old hypocrite.

    But lately . . . maybe as I see that Day, Christ’s Second Coming, or just the more pedestrian day of my own demise . . . I find that I’m returning to my First Love, and I’m also finding that I like life and my own messy self a lot better too for just showing up and enjoying the gift of a community with believers in Jesus!

    • That’s a journey taken by many, Mark. You’ve described it well. The messy middle gets to many of us. Glad for Karen and for renewed heart.

    • Ruth says:

      Ha! I finally get that verse about neglecting fellowship being a habit. It never really gelled with me–why would you call not being in fellowship a habit? But now that you mention it, and in light of Lori’s expose, it dawns on me that I could slide into this “habit” very easily! It gets easier each time I make that choice.

      Here we are, feeling that creeping curmudgeon mold spreading in our soul, the same disease we noticed in the old people who seemed to have no tolerance for our youthful exuberance. Who knew back then that this was a natural decay? Let’s fight it! Let’s invest in the young. I suspect this interaction fuels compassion and compassion eats curmudgeon for breakfast.