Please Talk To Strangers...

Ok, let me clarify the title, if you are under 16 years of age and home alone, or are approached by a representative of any religious sect whose title includes the words “Davididian, Nuwabian, sojourners of perpetual creepiness, or a combination of more than 5 “less-threatening " words, (example: Freedom liberty family fellowship evanga-worshipful seekers of the seventh revelation) then pay no heed to the title and run away! I merely want to address the blinders we often put on to the rest of the world. You know, the intentional disregard of all people in our “peripheral” vision on a daily basis. We get locked on to schedules, meetings, productivity, and all of the above at the sacrifice of isolating ourselves to an island of comfort and stagnicity. (Yes, stagnicity isn’t a word, but I called Webster and it's pending for his next edition.)

Mine and Cassie’s blinders have been ripped off in the past two weekends by enthralling strangers around us. A mechanic and part-time Santa-Claus and missionary that traded me a banjo for a fiddle was only the start of these encounters with who, in every definition of the word, would be regarded as strangers. To follow would be a folk-hearted believer named Katie in ATL that knowingly traded a beautiful fender resophonic guitar for a quirky little banjo-lin simply because she wanted me to have it. Cassie and I were walked through 3 generations of a family business by a tailor in Chattanooga, helped a family propose via 20ft sign from the Market street bridge for their son, and ran into a tightrope walking (slack line) hoola-hooping couple in the park that granted me the pleasure of embarrassing myself on a tightrope. In talking, he was a regular supertramp, trotting the US from Alaska down the west coast and finally to Chattanooga TN for the climbing.

Very different people, yes, but the one thing that they all had in common was their innate ability to capture mine and Cassie’s hearts and admiration in the span of a single conversation. What has God been trying to show us? As much as we believe in miracles, we also are seeing a very different form of them. I think the miracles of our days aren’t necessarily spiritual outbursts in public leading millions to dive into the closest source of water for impromptu baptism. No, what God is doing in our collective midst is much bigger. He’s calling for talking to strangers. (Outside of the 15 min Sunday morning greet and seat? Gasp!) I count it a small miracle when I can see past my own world to connect to someone else’s. And as lost as I have become at times in my own schedule, I continue to be pulled out by wildly engaging encounters with people I’d normally avoid or disregard. So friends we implore you, from our hearts to yours, Please talk to strangers.

-Ben and Cassie