Our instinct when our home is less than perfect, is to hunker down and bar the doors. And if someone, heaven forbid, happens to need in our house, we apologize profusely for the mess and imperfection. We don't want people to see us in all our messy glory.
We still need relationship even in the midst of chaotic living.
We need real relationships. It's one of the problems in our culture. We judge each other's level of perfection from a handful of Facebook status updates. Or blog posts. We're all putting our best foot forward and avoiding getting our hands dirty in the messes of each other's daily lives.
But this goes deeper than just our homes. This cuts down to who we really are at the core of our being. We're not just afraid to show our messy houses. We're afraid to show ourselves.
Let's get past the false fronts and stop being so dang polite.
If you come over to my house, you won't be greeted with apologies. I'll probably have to move a load of laundry out of the way and you'll probably have to step over a stack of Legos before we can sit and talk. Really talk. Not about the weather and what we did last weekend, but about our innermost thoughts, fears, and struggles. Maybe even a bit about the philosophy behind science fiction or what contributed to the fall of the Roman empire.
I may not have a floor in my kitchen, but I'm not about to miss out on the opportunity to develop real relationships.
Who's with me?
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