While we both ate our salads, A and I got to know each other a bit. We didn't spend a great deal of time together, so, while I could be wrong, I don't know that we have a ton of things in common. And I think that's alright, and perhaps even preferred. I'm a bit of a misfit, so it makes sense that not every person I come into contact with will share my idiosyncrasies. That's not to say that I didn't enjoy her company though, because I did. In fact, she even helped me figure something out that had been bothering me for at least a month. Specifically, she explained an Eric Church song to me. Not the video, mind you, but just the song. And despite not having a ton of common ground, I still think that it was a good experience for me, that it was helpful for me, and that it was fun . . . for me. And I hope I'm not alone in this thinking.
I met Brother C at seminary during that senior year. He, too, was eighteen years younger, and he was in his first year of teaching. He quickly became, and remains, one of my absolute favorite teachers. Since my time in high school, our views, religious and otherwise, have taken slightly different paths. Still, throughout my years of not seeing Brother C, I've been an absentee fan of his, and I'd hoped that our differences hadn't lessened his opinion of me.
I drove out to his home this eveing in the mountains of Midway. Along with his family, Brother C, with intention, made the experience unique for me. None of what I did with them was something that I had done before while on this journey. He put thought into, and I enjoyed, the entire evening. I liked talking with him, being with him, and think I would completely enjoy being his neighbor. Despite some dissimilar stances, we have a lot in common, and we both embrace the power and importance of love. I liked him a lot when I was a high schooler, but I like him even more now that I'm approaching middle-age. I think my limited time with him on this night had something to do with that, and it could not have been any more valuable to me.