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Saturday, June 13, 2015

The hunger to connect

We hunger to be known and understood. We hunger to be loved. We hunger to be at peace inside our own skins. We hunger not just to be fed these things but, often without realizing it, we hunger to feed others these things because they too are starving for them. We hunger not just to be loved but to love, not just to be forgiven but to forgive, not just to be known and understood for all the good times and bad times that for better or worse have made us who we are, but to know and understand each other to the point of seeing that, in the last analysis, we all have the same good times, the same bad times, and that for that very reason there is no such thing in all the world as anyone who is really a stranger.
                                                                                                                                Frederick Buechner
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Hello
How are you
Won’t you tell me your name?!

So many times a day
I encounter another person

At work
At church
In the community
At an event

And there is a hunger
To connect
To be heard
To hear

but to make the connection
I must be connected
with myself
with Sacred Presence

for only if I connect with others
out of fullness
and not out of need

does true communion occur

otherwise I talk and don’t listen
I grasp rather than give
It is about me, rather than them

And we both end up
Alone

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