I’ve always skipped over the parts in the Bible that include long lists of names. The builders of the city wall. The list of kings. The endless geneologies. The names mean nothing to me, just a list of people I never knew. But now I understand.
Trying to say goodbye. So many people have been good to me. They have become entrusted to me. Were I to write a list, readers would gloss over it because the names are foreign. But to me, they are dear. They are people with whom I have spent my life, people who have made me the man I am. I have keys to their houses. I can tell them my darkest secrets and know they will love me, regardless. How do you give enough words to that level of friendship? They deserve their own chapters, not simply a shout-0ut in a list.
Those people in the Bible, the ones whose names we gloss over–they were real people, individuals who meant a great deal to someone else many centuries ago. The broke bread with each other, shared conversations, laughed and cried. These are the people of my life, with whom I’ve broken bread, with whom I’ve laughed and cried.