Tag: belonging

I used to hide during introductions. I’d linger at the name-tag table, or visit the restroom, in a well-timed attempt to escape the microphone as it passed from pastor to pastor. Subtle, but hiding. Every month my side hugged the info table; but the viewpoint I found there, I'd trade for nothing. I saw a genuine, “I know you, I like you, I’m for you” friendship.