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Sometimes, after a week of being with new people, strangers become friends. They’re the kind of friends you want to be with all the time- you never want to leave.

But sometimes, after a week of being with new people, strangers are still strangers. Maybe a couple have leveled up to acquaintances. But for the most part, they’re still just as unknown as five minutes after you met them.

I think I may have figured out what makes the difference between when people become friends or stay strangers: intentionality. And interest. With the new people I’m with, they’re simply not interested in me. They all know each other already but even amongst themselves, there is no intentionality in getting to know each other better or caring for each other’s needs. Honestly, there isn’t a whole lot of love between them. It’s kind of sad to see.

I’m sure they would argue and say that there is love there and they are interested in each other’s lives. It’s just… I’ve been with them, constantly, for a few days now and I haven’t seen it. It doesn’t seem right.

When people are intentionally trying to get to know you and are interested in your life, you can tell. And you can tell when they’re not. I’m not really upset that these strangers haven’t become friends and I probably should be. But I’m just not drawn to people that seem to have no interest in knowing me at all. Maybe I should have tried harder. Maybe it’s selfish of me to want them to have that interest.

Or maybe they just don’t understand how relationships work. Or how they’re formed. Or how to embrace the people that have been put in front of you.

Maybe some strangers are never meant to become friends.




I know that I’m a sinner.

You don’t need to tell me, I’ve had that part figured out for a long time. There’s some part of my make up that delights in the wrong things. There is some part of me that doesn’t turn it’s back to evil but rather embraces it. I know that I am sick and desperately need a doctor. I know that I am broken and need to be fixed.

What do you make of me?

But what if I’m also a Pharisee? I seem righteous. I seem like I have everything together. I’m filled with pride and the word ‘hypocrite’ could easily been seen among a list of my character traits. I think I know so much more than I actually do. I think I know better than others when I usually don’t.

What do you make of me then?

And what if I’m both? What if I’m both humble and prideful? What if I’m both healthy and sick?

What do you make of me then?

And what if my view if you is completely romanticized? What if I see in you only the things that I want to see? What if I hear what I want to hear? What if I hear nothing at all? What if you aren’t who I’ve painted you to be? What if, despite all the warnings and better judgement, I’ve tried to put you in a box? What if I don’t know as much about you as I think?

What do you make of me then?