Dear Inner Circle,
Surprisingly, a middle-aged, successful man sat with me this week, confessing his stupidity. He is not a stupid man but like an astronaut who from a rocket looked back at the earth for the first time, he looked at his life with some degree of astonishment and wonder. He told me that all his life, the more he met others, the more he became bound up in himself. Every meeting was an event that happened inside him. This is a tall, good-looking, successful, rather lonely man. A while ago he was giving a lecture to one of his kids, trying to make a point about how heavy his responsibilities were and how much he’d sacrificed for his children. His daughter rather innocently asked, “Is this the path you really want, Dad?” The question tore the heavens open, not because he suddenly needed to think about alternate paths but because his daughter rose up from being a kid, to a real, living person, joining her Dad in proximity and speech. It was like he’d never met her until this moment. A member of our inner circle for a long time, the man sought me out to have a couple of discussions. Slowly he’s beginning to know that his, “I” is not located “in” him but between him whoever he meets – ‘meets’, rather than ‘manages’. This man is respected in his profession but he’s not so much at home. There may be a difficult road ahead and some bad habits to be confronted. Maybe, perhaps, possibly, new life is on the way.
At the funeral for Sir Nicholas Shehadie yesterday, I encountered my first State funeral. The church was packed and there were hundreds of people seated outside. What a life well lived! What a great Australian! As Dame Marie walked in and then out of the church, the slightly-built lady embodied strength and frailty in one. If there was a way of measuring love in the air, it would have been off the scale for Sir Nicholas and equally for his beloved wife.
Thanks for being part of our inner circle,
Rev Graham Long
Pastor & CEO