Jordan walked in the church where I worked at the time, two days after Donald Trump was elected president. Welcoming him back to Foundry UMC seemed to ease my inner emotional volcano which kept spitting out heat & denial. We swapped hellos; then reality of the election came up.
In a kind, calming voice Jordan said:
His perspective delivered more than timely insight; but it took me a second to realize what it was.
As we talked more, it dawned on me I was sharing this conversation with a person who inspired trust. For over a year Jordan would visit the church to access our comminity clothing closet. We would talk pretty regularly but more on a surface level. This deeper exchange now was comforting, and harmonized well with my cravings for solace. It was the substance of friendship.
Then a few weeks went by, bringing on a piercing November chill. My husband and I were running to dinner at a local cafe. As we opened the cafe’s front door, a familiar voice said: “Hey Jill, how are you?”
It was Jordan rising up from his bedroll on the sidewalk. We hugged and talked. He and my husband shook hands introducing eachother. We offered respective ‘good nights’ as Jordan lay down to rest with traffic whipping by on Connecticut Avenue.
Our conversation immediately came back to mind from a few weeks prior. Memories of comfort from that post-election talk now stood in stark opposition to the very different levels of comfort existing in our respective lives. The moment evoked a ton of humility for how God blesses us with friendship — the unforeseen and sometimes discordant layers of which reveal a road map for how friends can learn from and care for eachother.