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On A Personal
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MICROTALK I was walking down the "hall" in Cubeville, my thoughts on the contract negotiation I had just completed, when he came scooting around the corner from one of the cross aisles. "Hey. How's it goin'?" he asked, as he scurried on by with a troubled look on his face. "Good. And you?" "Great, thanks," I heard him say with as much conviction as a child who has just been handed a plate of liver and lima beans. Moments later, he scooted into another aisle and was gone. These types of exchanges happen to me every day. I swap greetings that, in a different context, would trigger a friendly dialog. But made in passing, they are merely substitutes for "hello". It is the epitome of small talk. Or maybe it's even smaller than small talk. Microtalk, perhaps? I wonder what would've happened if, in response to his original query, I had said, "Actually, I'm glad you asked. I'm having a rotten day! Let me tell you how it all began..." There are times when I'm sure that my prayers amount to microtalk with God. I say the same things, lament the same problems, offer thanks for the same blessings, and basically regurgitate the same stuff I've said a thousand times before. That's why, every so often, I need to remind myself that Jesus isn't necessarily like the people I pass in Cubeville. He is not walking past, heading in the opposite direction, his eyes averted. No, Jesus is walking right beside me. He's traveling in the same direction. And his eyes are looking directly into mine. And when Jesus asks me how it's goin', he's not making microtalk -- he really does want an answer. God bless you all, Sound off! Tell me what you think! Copyright 2002 by Brandon Jubar |
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