So many bad things happen, ya know? We lose people… we lose titles, families, jobs, possessions. We just lose things. And it’s pretty breathtaking the rut that such a realization can put you in. I don’t think people realize the rut when they are in it… If you are below ground, you can’t really see the beauty of a horizon, or the blessing in a ray of sunlight. And it really is a shame, but it’s part of a sensitive process of accepting the good and the bad that life throws your way.
But there’s a moment when you learn to focus on the good… learn from the bad, of course. But center in on the good things, the good gifts so generously given– good people. Some say they are few and far between nowadays, but that’s a load of crap. The reason that’s become a common saying is because no one wants to take the time to break the stereotypes.. to get to know people for themselves, apart from what he said she said, etc. It takes these people to realize what you have. To realize there are fellow brothers and sisters who have gained your utmost respect. And in their goodness, they show you flicker of God’s intentions– the way people should be. The way the world should be.
Sometimes, it doesn’t take a serious conversation, an in-depth discussion about some metaphysical concept that makes you turn your brain inside out. It doesn’t take tears, screaming, emotional breakdowns, hard times, good times… It doesn’t take any of that. Good people don’t ask for those. Good people are good because its an intrinsic property of them that mirrors the God who they gave their life to. And they care about you… and you haven’t really done anything to deserve it. Because you don’t have to. It’s humbling because it doesn’t make sense– and I love that.
I have been introduced to a different kind of people over the past couple of days… Good people. And most good people don’t understand how vital they are, and this case has been no exception. Even when the good is not intentional… it remains good. And if I know anything, I know that’s a revitalizing feeling. A breath of fresh air when you think you’ve had enough. A friendship that you know goes deeper than what you see. A helpless feeling of being manipulated by the Person who made you yourself. Kinda freaks me out. Yet I am still thankful beyond the limits of such an insufficient word.
Ya know, this post has little to do with an airstream. In fact, I’m not really sure where all of this came from… Regardless, when you look at an airstream, there is something that goes deeper than a speeding silver bullet (at least to me). There’s a precious cargo, not of a physical kind, but of an intrinsic facet that you just can’t put your finger on. It’s something that relates in the strangest way– you can’t explain it and you don’t even have to. There is just a simple purpose in it… something that pushes you closer towards where you need to be… like Good People.
This really isn’t that deep.. these words are not so profound if you let yourself relate to them. With so much bad in the world, it can be easy to get caught up in the proverbial “rut.” But there’s no need for that. Good people reveal the senselessness in ruts, and they remind you of who you are at heart. Something so many people have misplaced over time.
Be cautious about what you let yourself believe of other people. Don’t put them in boxes that they don’t fit in… Good people are overlooked that way. For being the biggest receivers of God’s grace on the planet, we sure do suck at handing it out to people. To good people.
I’m grateful for the good people that have been and are in my life. And I’m even more thankful for their being revealed in a new light over the past few days. There is always more to an airstream than its paint job. More than chrome lining, gypsy curtains, or fancy tail lights. There are more to them than what you see. In this regard, people and airstreams are strikingly similar.
Good People. God Love ’em. They show you good when you need it, and they don’t even realize it.
“I thought if I could touch this place I’d feel it. This brokenness inside me might start healin. Cause out here it’s like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself.”
Miranda was singin’ about a place… but its the people that build you. Good people.