Are you with me?
I am a big fan of that question. If there’s anything that life teaches me is that it’s good to know who you’re with and who’s with you.
It’s a real shame to claim to be a part of something only to discover that you were completely deluded. It’s also not doing anyone any favours either to be half-hearted in your involvement in something.
There was this endeavour that I embarked on and I asked two people to come with me on it. It was not easy to ask them because I knew they were busy and it would be costly to join me. They both accepted though, especially because they understood it was for a set time.
As we got on with the endeavour it became apparent why I needed those two with me. We went through a lot together and each one of us had to carry the load at certain points. We understood that there were times when one of us or maybe two of us might not be up for it for one reason or another. Yet we didn’t give each other grief, the patience displayed by the two people with me was amazing.
When the period was complete the overwhelming gratitude I had was about we had made it together. The three of us started it and the three of us got through it. That rapport and interaction and capacity to progress recognising our need for each other was incredible.
That experience reinforced for me how life is better done together and done with people who are going through it together. Not in a nominal way or even in a social way. People who are willing to go through it together to the deepest degree and the greatest extent. It’s what marks out those relationships as truly special. It’s what makes those communities something unique in the world.
It’s why I love that question:
Are you with me?
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
Life With CD 