There’s a lady I know that shares about her hardships and broken marriage to strangers everywhere she goes.
Her son tells me that it’s so people know she existed.
She wants people to know that she was here. Not that she was so great or so miserable, but that someone else knew pieces of her story on earth.
And it’s the same reason many people use twitter or other social media services even when they have no particular service or product to broadcast.
We want someone to know we just bombed that interview, or scored free goods, or how our coworker’s a jerk. It doesn’t really matter who; only that our experience was shared.
And if it wasn’t shared, it’s as if it never happened. Or worse yet, we never happened. We’re wired to share life with others.
There’s a term Christians use often called being a ‘witness‘. It usually refers to some form of evangelism, or speaking of Christ, or sharing of what God has done.
But what if instead, we deeply witness the lives of those around us?
What if being a witness means we see and embrace people for every bit of who they are? And what if they knew that they didn’t merely exist to others, but that they profoundly mattered to us?
Maybe in the process we’ll find ourselves seeing Christ and what God is doing in the world more than ever.