LOOK AT ME

I recently directed a pretty big show in and for our community. The cast was about 40 people, including a choir. And there was a tech crew of 4. And refreshments. And programs. And...well, it was a pretty big deal. The good news is, folks seemed to like it. A lot. The reviews I got ranged from: “I saw it 5 times and cried 5 times.” to “I really liked the way the contemporary music cued the audience to what was coming next.” to “Do you realize what a gift you’ve given to this community?” I even got a standing ovation during worship!


What was strange was that each time someone would throw an accolade my way, I would feel my soul shrinking into a small ball. I would bow my head. I would cover my eyes. I would try to hide.

Weird.

It was not a case of “not believing” what people were saying. I knew I had worked hard. I knew that the cast and crew had really risen to the challenge in a remarkable way. I knew that the kind words folks were sharing with me were sincere...and true. Nonetheless, I felt a need to hide.
I was talking to my therapist about this today and as we explored the feeling I realized that I have had to hide a lot in my life. Not so much as an adult, but as a kid...it was a survival thing. I had to hide from an out of control adult. I had to hide my feelings. I had to hide my shame. When someone was looking for me, or at me, the robot from “Lost in Space” would shout into my brain, “WARNING! WARNING! WARNING, WILL ROBINSON!” which was odd because that is not my name. I would bolt (either physically or emotionally) and hide...or at least, try to hide.

While that works pretty good for a kid who is living in terror, it is a strange way to order one’s adult life.

As I thought about my behavior I got to thinking about Jesus. He was a pretty out and about kind of guy for most of his ministry. He didn’t shy away from people who wanted to thank him. He didn’t duck when somebody called his name from a crowd. He would turn and look them in the eyes. He would listen to what they had to say. He would respond in the moment (maybe give them a ‘high five’ or a hug) and then he would move on to whatever he was doing next.

After being beaten, crucified, and resurrected, Jesus was a little bit cagier. He was a bit more selective about how long he stuck around and visited with people. One minute he was there...the next he was gone. I don’t think he was hiding, but maybe he was remembering the hurt he'd experienced from folks he had wanted to trust. Maybe he wondered about who he could count on.  Maybe it was hard for him to be seen. Maybe that robot was waving its arms in Jesus’ brain, too.

Eventually, Jesus got comfortable enough to be with everyone...all the time. His Spirit lives in our communities and in our lives. He smiles at us and plays with us and cries with us. I believe that he looks us in the eyes, again. Somehow, he figured out that not everyone is out to hurt him...neither is everyone out to thank him. He discovered a way to be present and still protect himself. 

I don’t think that I am going to become a spirit in the near future, but I do think that I can live spiritually in the present. I can use my senses to advise me of folks who are sincerely offering a constructive word. I can accept and maybe even come to embrace with pride their thoughtfulness when they take the time to look at something I have done. I do not need to hide from them. I am an adult. Neither do I need to hide from people who are offering me a “destructive” comment or observation. I can acknowledge where they are coming from, and look them in the eyes, and agree to disagree.

I think this is going to take some practice. I ask for your patience as I come out of hiding. This is a hard thing to ask, but I’m gonna go for it anyway: Please look at me...it’ll help me grow.