There have been many instances where I was confident someone understood what I was saying, but about the only times when I knew - with absolute certainty - that someone understood exactly what I was feeling were when I didn't say anything.
The very first time I kissed my girlfriend - and when she handed me our first son nearly six years later; when our second son's appendix burst and our eyes met as they wheeled him into the operating room; when my greenie companion bore his testimony in English as I translated into Japanese, and the 2-year-long investigator burst into tears as the Spirit throbbed palpably; when one of my Primary students hugged me before church; etc. I believe that those who have experienced such inexpressible moments of connection will understand my limited ability to translate those feelings - and my joy in the memories.
Charmed
6 days ago
3 comments:
What a beautiful list.
Great Post,
Your list makes me think of the look of joy that I once saw on a former branch president's eyes when looking out into the congregation. It was just announced that a member whom he had long ago disfellowshipped would be saying the closing prayer during sacrament meeting.
Interesting.
I think I would feel partly violated if I had the feeling that someone would feel the same as I would at the same moment.
I should think about this.
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