It’s always an interesting question when someone asks me, “Where are you from?” I’ll look at my watch and say, “How much time do you have?” Actually, I’ve learned to be quite succinct with my response which some might need to see to believe. The fact is I really don’t know.
I was born in Minnesota. My family moved to Iowa then to Buffalo, NY before settling in Cleveland, OH. I went to college in Minnesota, got married and moved to New York. We lived in four different locations in New York before moving to Iowa for seminary. In seminary, we moved to Minnesota for an internship year and then came back to Iowa to graduate. Next, we moved to Pennsylvania then went back to Iowa before settling in St. Paul, MN.
The most beautiful part of the journey are the strangers who became like family to us. Some strangers were like parents or grandparents. Others became like brothers and sisters. Some children became like my own children. The most precious gift in my life remains the family I’ve discovered in Christ.
Facebook is an electronic neighborhood which allows me to check in on distant family members. I’m able to watch life unfold in the New York communities I once called home. I get to see the children I baptized get married and have their own children. Daily I am reminded of the people who have enriched my life and are now family.
Jesus invites us to see the people around us as more than neighbors. He wants us to see them as family. Your Facebook friends are part of your family. The pictures, memes and commentaries they post are part of your family story. They serve to remind you are not alone. It’s a truth worthy of our thanks. (Mt. 12: 46-50)