Invasive
This word gives me a negative knee-jerk reaction.
I don’t like the idea of being invasive or having my space invaded on. It’s easier when people are at an arm’s length away; within reach if either of us need help, but still at bay.
I was reminded today that Christmas, and the coming of Christ into the world and into our lives, was/is invasive. Uncomfortably close. Present. And in the example of Elizabeth and Zechariah, I was reminded that when I enjoy such an intimacy with God, this intrusion doesn’t have to be uncomfortable or awkward, but welcome. Welcome because I trust Him with the things that are sensitive and uncertain; things that hold my identity and that give my life meaning. And I can do this because His love is certain and sure. Zechariah and Elizabeth applied the gospel deeply in their lives because they enjoyed it deeply, and trust grew from love.
Isn’t this just the same with people? It is easier to shrink away, and much more difficult to be honest when it is uncomfortable or awkward, but human relationships of any kind are about intimacy and trust. It is saying, “I want you in my life enough to share this ugly and uncomfortable part of myself with you.” And I think in the same way, it is easier to do this when a friendship is enjoyed and the intimacy is experienced and realized. And trust grows from love.
Anyway. Blogging the night before my neuroanatomy exam. Sigh. Some things never change…
