My wife and I just moved into a wonderful two bedroom
apartment in Bucktown, a neighborhood on the north west side of Chicago. Most of the places we’ve lived have
been apartment buildings where no one really cares about or takes care of
you. While this anonymity can
sometimes be frustrating, like when you’re afraid you’re ceiling is going to
cave in because of all the water stains that are rapidly appearing, it is
comfortable.
Our new apartment, however, is a single family home with the
owner living right upstairs. He
has been so nice, fixing things right away, and has been very excited for us to
move in. While this seems great,
it makes me really uncomfortable.
You would think I would be ecstatic to have a landlord who fixes broken
dishwashers and helps to hang shelves but you would be wrong. I prefer the distant landlord whom I
can remain anonymous too.
I know. I’m
messed up.
I’m comfortable with anonymity. I like boundaries and professionalism, basically nice words
for people leaving me alone. I,
and I think a lot of us, our so afraid of what people will think if they
“really” knew us that we create these barriers and walls to protect ourselves
and remain anonymous to people and never experience true intimacy, that deep feeling
of being known.
What’s interesting is that this is the gift that God
offers. What is more intimate than
interacting with a being who created you, knows everything about you, and sees
everything you do?
While that relationship can be intensely scary I’ve never
felt as much freedom as in the moments when I’ve grasped the level of intimacy
I have with God and how much He still loves me. There is nothing more beautiful than when someone penetrates
our walls and our junk is laid bare and they still choose to love us.
I experienced that when I first met my wife Tovah. She was unlike anyone I had ever met
before and she had this way of seeing right through my walls penetrating my
heart. She has seen the worst in
me and still chooses to love me.
I still throw up walls and am more comfortable remaining
“professional” with people but God is working on me. He has given me friends, community, and a wife that help me choose
intimacy and He keeps penetrating my heart with his loving acceptance of who I
truly am.
So join me in leaving the comfort of anonymity for the
freedom of intimacy.