Saturday, October 16, 2010


introduce- in-truh-doos
to present (a person) to another so as to make acquainted.
L intrōdūcere  to lead inside, equiv. to intrō-intro-  + dūcere  to lead

It's a long life, baby,
when you reach out broken hands and feel
that there are no hands reaching back for you.
When the worlds gone crazy,
I make a cry of desperation
and hear my echo bouncing off cold walls.
All I know, is it's a long life baby.
Chorus- Mile Long Driveway
by Jeremy Current

A necessary part of being human means meeting other humans. Sometimes we introduce ourselves, sometimes we are introduced by others. This week I finished reading two books- My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok and What God Starts, God Completes by Michael Milton. Both were autobiographies, the one about an imagined person, the other real. Since childhood I have enjoyed reading biographies, especially autobiographies. Everyone has a story. It takes courage to share the story with others.

I will never meet Asher Lev, though I was introduced to the fictional character by my friend Amy AcNelis (a fellow bibliophile and extraordinary teacher of English). I did meet Michael Milton. My good friend Glen Robinson invited me to attend a dinner with him; a celebratory introduction to the Chancellor/CEO Elect of Reformed Theological Seminary, Dr. Michael Milton. When Dr. Milton introduced himself to me he gave me a bear hug. He exuded joy that cannot be faked. As I watched and listened that evening, the words of Jesus came to my mind, "Behold a true Israelite, in whom there is no guile!" RTS is blessed indeed.

Relationships begin with an introduction.
Sometimes those introductions lead to a better understanding of ourselves.

"Let me tell you why you are here. You're here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. If you lose your saltiness how will people taste're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world."
Matthew 5
The Message


  1. You can even be friends and sense a close tie to a person you have never met in the world of the handshake or hug. Thanks for your words and the friendship.

  2. Friends, even though no handshake, hearts come together.

  3. Chaim Potok is my all-time favorite writer. When he was alive, my sister and I would regularly check the library for his next long-awaited book. His book, Davita's Harp, is the only book I've ever stayed up until 4:00 a.m. reading. I'm so happy you've been introduced!