How is it that you can go to the grocery store, spend $170, and still have nothing to eat in the house? To heck with enquiring minds want to know… my stomach would also appreciate an answer.
Today I preached (or at least that is what I call it) on the “Nicodemus Hour”. This is a thought that came via Christoph Cardinal Schönborn and refers to time spent with the Lord in the evening as Nicodemus did in John’s Gospel. I ran with that a bit and reflected on how we have some of our most intimate conversations at night… which is true… but what got cut from the sermon was the science / psychology behind “why.”
Feel free to search out the sciency terms yourself, but what it comes down to is that, at night, we are physically and mentally pooped out, we become more vulnerable, and less inhibited. Put another way, the fight-or-flight is done for the day, you’ve got a nice warm fuzzy going in your brain and it’s ready for nighty-night time, and all those night time chemicals that kick in to help you sleep are now loosening up your tongue. Bottom line: you’ll confess just about anything if you’re with someone you trust. Sounds very romantic. What I wanted to ask this morning (and didn’t or we would probably all still be there… except for the ones who gave up on an ending to the sermon and had already left): why is it that we have to be perfectly and completely exhausted before we can be honest and open with one another? No. I’m not going to spill my gray matter around on just anyone who wanders by, but isn’t it odd that our brains must be essentially liquored up with tiredness before we can be true to those we care most about? And the point I was making this morning during preachy time: we can’t even open up with God! for the exact same reasons we can’t open up to one another. Maybe this is just reason #1,559 as to why some saints are Saints and I’ll only make it (maybe) if I’m martyred. I think they figured out at least how to be open with God (I mean, let’s be honest, if you’re running around a monastery or convent where talking isn’t allowed, you’re not going to be having too many late night conversations with one another… am I right?) Here’s a thought: try telling someone the deepest thought on your mind / heart while you’re bright-eye-and-bushy-tailed. Could be fun or maybe you just shared too much (and if it has anything to do with dressing up like a unicorn and dancing down the center line if I-35, you may want to keep that one to yourself).
As I once read, “Not knowing is a good place to start.” And I’m drawing a blank on this, so I guess I’m getting started on… well, I was going to say finding an answer, but perhaps I best stick with ‘investigating’ on this one.
Let me know if you figure out the groceries thing… that one I do believe we can solve.
Thought for the day: “People Pleasers Anonymous” would need a stadium size meeting room. “Hello. My name is John and I’m a people pleaser.” “Hi, John! (John… John……) <– that’s the best I could for the echo effect in the stadium.