I’ve always said, if there’s a suitcase, there’s a story.
Rosie and I were out on our afternoon walk through the neighborhood today. I tried to coax her onto a little longer route than we normally take, but she wasn’t having ANY of it. We had gone scarcely 20 yards into Route B and already she began turning back and tugging the leash in the opposite direction.
I complied (as I usually do) and turned up Grandview Street instead of trying to coerce her further west toward Kessler.
We had gone about a block along Grandview when I looked to the left and noticed a mini-flurry of activity there on the side street.
There I saw a young man and a young woman opening the trunk of a small Toyota sedan. The young man was wearing a gray backpack and pulling a black, rolling-bag suitcase out of the trunk.
The young woman had a small carry on-type bag in her left hand and was already walking ahead, pulling a navy blue suitcase behind her.
The young man closed the trunk of the car and together they began walking toward the front door of one of the houses on the street.
Immediately, a hundred possible explanations for the little vignette I had just witnessed began swirling through my brain; I thought, “This is a young newlywed couple just arriving home from their honeymoon; no… the young woman was returning from a month of study abroad in Italy and her brother – the young man – had driven to the airport to pick her up. All the suitcases, of course, belonged to her.”
Or maybe it was the son and daughter-in-law (or daughter and son-in-law) of the residents of the home, just arriving from Texas for a summer vacation in Overland Park, Kansas! (Because seriously… who wouldn’t?)
Or maybe they were a bright, young coed team of door-to-door suitcase salespeople, just beginning to canvass this block with samples of their wares in tow?
Like I said… show me a suitcase, and I’ll show you a story.
Actually, show me a PERSON and I’ll show you a story.
Seeing that young couple and finding myself speculating on who they were and why they were carrying suitcases made me stop and realize several essential truths about the world:
- Suitcases in hand or not, each of us is on a journey.
- And each of us has a story.
- And each of those stories is richer, more complex, more textured and more filled with meaning and depth than the rest of us (those not living that particular story) can possibly imagine.
Sadly, in these times when social media channels have become our default mechanism of communication, STORY often becomes one of the first casualties.
You see, I can relate to you more quickly and easily if I can pigeonhole you. And I can pigeonhole you more easily if I can turn you into a two-dimensional, cardboard cutout image of yourself.
- “You’re a liberal!”
- “You’re a conservative!”
- “You’re a millennial!”
- “You’re a women’s libber!” (As if anyone actually uses that phrase anymore!)
- “You’re gay!”
- “You’re a religious fanatic!”
The truth is: we are each made in God’s image (Genesis 1:26). And being made in God’s image means that we are each COMPLEX, multi-faceted, impenetrable, inscrutable entities… more full of mystery and meaning than anyone might readily like to admit.
And each of us – just like the God who made us – is pretty darned awesome and worthy of a little reverence.
So here is my “thought starter” for you today: if mine is suitcases, what is the thing that makes YOU stop and think about the breadth of another person’s story?
And this: how can each of us resist the temptation to pigeonhole one another?
Abundant blessings;
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