I am a schmuck [Definition].
Sometimes, I get to a place where I think I have left schmuckiness behind for a life of wisdom and peace, but no, I soon am reminded that above all I am a schmuck.
This afternoon I had the pleasure of having lunch with a colleague who has been in our Presbytery for five years. We have not had much interaction – if at all – until about six months ago when we discovered that we were both on Facebook.
What a good person. We learned a little about each other. Talked about the uniquely different congregations that we serve, mused about possible partnerships and just hung out a bit. Good stuff.
I am a schmuck because it took 5 years for us to connect. This was not for any particular reason. We just never really connected.
Better late then never, I suppose.
Now I wonder who else out there I am missing out on knowing.