Today we leave for a reunion. Of family.
Family I don’t really know. In remarrying, I also married into a whole new family.
The other day someone asked how you know that you are family. Their answer had to do with sitting around a table, eating and talking deep.
I see and understand that approach, particularly for a church family.
But in this case there is a different branch to the family.
I have chosen to be a part of “family”. Without ever meeting all the family. But having met one of the family and become deeply committed to that person. Now I am meeting more and more of the family. Some of them are great – in fact, I couldn’t have chosen a better group. Some are living with physical sickness – I understand their toils.
And today I meet more. I imagine some will be very likeable, others perhaps less so. That is not the question of whether they are family.
They are.
The question really flows back to me. Am I willing to be family to them? Because I have committed to this family, the answer is “yes”.
YES – with great joy! And perhaps, YES – with a push.
But definitely YES!