Saturday came and went.  It was nothing special.  One of the few weekend days that I can remember where someone or something wasn’t exactly clamouring for my energies.  Since I am a social person, for most of my life I have strived to have my free time filled.  Laughter, tears, random activities all acting like nervous words in the empty spaces in conversation.  I so love people and have often spent time doing things that make my mind recoil because of the people with which I was doing them.  Over the last few years, my life has changed significantly enough that those times are fewer and farther between.  Either because of my schedule, or the schedule of those around me, there are fewer opportunities to spend time as only an extrovert can.

It’s sad really.  Humans are so good at adapting.  I have found myself adjusting to the lack and making it a part of my life.  So much so, that the proverbial and metaphorical inertia is very hard to overcome.  Whether it is just getting older, or a testament to the fact that I really can pretty much survive in any circumstance (something I’ve told myself for decades)… I get the feeling that I no longer need something to keep me from getting out of the house and keeping me home.  I now need something to get me out!  That is very scary to someone who processes from the outside inward.  If you find yourself in the same 4 walls, with little contact outside… you’re left with just yourself and whatever contact you can have from inside a bubble. 

I lost a day yesterday.  When you’re young, that doesn’t bother you very much.  The world seems to be something that will always be there, or more correctly, you’ll always be in it.  But, the older I get, it becomes ever so much more important to get the most out of every day.  So, doing things that I used to do just for the sake of spending time with people are things I question now.  I’m less likely to be willing to just sit and play games, and I want to sit and make real contact with people.  I’m glad that part of me didn’t disappear in the past few years of what seems to be God-inspired isolation.  But, I lost a day, and it doesn’t sit well with me.  Not at all.

I have people around me that every once in a while will try to pull me out of my life.  Often, they do it at times when I cannot go.  The actual times when I am free to go and do aren’t very conducive to times when other people are available to hang out.  So, the requests that I come out to play, as it were, as less and less.  Finally either I stop returning the calls, or the calls stop coming.  It’s just a battle of attrition, and my relationship suffer.  People don’t want to work that hard at staying in contact with each other.  We always want it easy. 

So, yesterday, I spent a lot of time, sifting through things in my life.  Detached a bit from things going on around me, I lost the fact that there were both people and activities going on.  I would have gladly participated in them at one point.  But, being insulated makes one myopic.  It’s really a great metaphor about the society in which we live.  We’re so wrapped up in our comforts, our problems, etc that nothing outside of our metaphorical walls ever grab our attentions.

Myopia is quite self-defeating in some aspects, revealing in others.  But, I lost a whole day, essentially doing nothing of substance.  And, I feel convicted.  There are three things that last forever… God, God’s word, and people.  As someone who recognises that we have a responsibility in investing in those around us with deliberate purpose, I pray that I can have less days missed in the future.

So how does one keep those opportunities from being passed by?  Everyone, once in a while must have their whole world thrown up in the air so that whatever isn’t necessary can be shaken loose.  There is a great metaphor regarding that process.  Threshing.  Separating chaff from gathered wheat.  It’s the change from temporary to permanence. 

It’s the process from day-to-day.