Killing two birds with one stone. Both of these posts were relatively short. I reworked and edited them into one.
That’s what friends are for….what? What are friends for? It is a question I ask myself often. I have few friends. 3 of the people I am closest to live several hours away. They are heavily involved with different things with their families, so friendship takes on a different dynamic. The calls are less frequent, but oftentimes more intense. I have a host of acquaintances. People that I know and see regularly. Work, and other places, people I have met along the way of life. I consider myself lucky. I get along with 99.9% of humanity. Just because I get along with someone though, does not mean I share a lot of me with them. Part of what makes friendship so difficult for me is that I am decidedly single and most people I know start a family at some point. So I get presented with the opportunity (again) to make another friend (or two), that usually lasts 2-4 years. I’m not whining. I just gets a little old. Check that, I get a little old. The older you get, with a new friendship, the more foundation there is to cover. (For both people, of course.) I have a few friends that know me inside and out. I can trust that if I ever need them, they are a phone call away. On a day-to-day basis, there is pretty much just me. It does not bother me most of the time. I treasure my alone time. I even enjoy doing things alone like movies, dinner, museums, etc. I do miss the days of calling up a BFF and drinking coffee at IHOP till the sun came up. It is a quandary. I have had difficulty connecting to my fellows in RCIA. People have families, children, and responsibilities. I have free time. Tons of it. One of the blogs I read is The Lonely Pilgrim. I understand that title. Considering the “season” of life I am in, I don’t think there are supposed to be a lot of people hanging around. Writing this helps me to remember to be grateful what I do have. A myriad of acquaintances I get along with quite well, a few trusted friends a phone call away, and the hope a few more as I encounter Christ.
I am learning just how family oriented catholics are. Marriage is a covenant and a sacrament, and new life is the product of that. Though, as I become a catholic, I do indeed become a part of the Body of Christ. Quite literally a family that numbers in the billions. Catholics are a little different though. The difference starts with Church. In a protestant church there is a certain openness and welcoming. At Mass, it is much more reverent before. There is fellowship afterwards with coffee and doughnuts. I make myself stay afterwards and endure the awkwardness. I usually latch onto a fellow RCIA person or a team member. After a short conversation or two, I go home. It isn’t bad. I guess it is a little uncomfortable because I know so few people there. It is a slowly widening circle. I guess I still need to practice a little more patience. Er, maybe a lot more patience. I am much more a do(er) than a Be(er).