I forget what it’s like to be the new kid. I live in a neighborhood where I am pretty familiar, in a community where I practically grew up (got connected to Circle of Hope 11yrs ago this month!), I have a family, I have an office, and have a general sense of living in my own skin.
Today I began taking two classes at Temple, and I have a new yet strangely familiar sense of being the new kid. Other students are rushing around anonymously. Most people in my class seem to understand how to go and buy the book we need or ready a syllabus or the etiquette for finding a seat in class. I don’t, really. I forgot. It’s been 10yrs since I was in college, and everything seems a little different. One of my profs (yeah, I call them “profs” now) said something to the class this morning about “eh, you all are upper classmen and know how this stuff works…”. Not really.

I’m grateful for how much effort we as a church put into considering the “other”. At the Public Meetings we try to speak in ways that the next person coming off the street can understand and connect with. We acknowledge that people even at this meeting might be from a different background than us-class, ethnicity, age, and even faith journey. The “empty chair” at our cell meetings that we keep is to make room for the next person. We worship in styles and languages not necessarily familliar to all of us…it keeps us considering the other. We want all to be welcome without implying “you’re welcome if your just like me.”
Thanks for thinking about the other and considering those who may feel like the new kid around Circle of Hope right now.

