I was just being a dutiful student, reading some of the assigned pages of The Blue Parakeet by Scot McKnight before I head off to church this morning. This book is about reading the Bible responsibly, in a nutshell, and the part I was reading was about listening.
Then came a comparison that stuck in my soul: the written word is like personal deposits of the self.
So, along those lines, that means I’ve been depositing myself into this here blog for the past year and a half. Never mind how much all of that is worth – isn’t that a neat picture? Just like I put loose change into a piggy bank or slide checks into an ATM, I’ve been depositing Ashley on here.
Welcome to my wordy bank account.
My relationships are like that too, I suppose. Though relationships aren’t transactional in nature in a cold, impersonal sense, it really is a give/take and take/give process. Here, have five words that tell you about my day. I’ll hand you eight sentences about this person that I care about. And I’ll take your three paragraphs about that frustrating experience. If we’re friends, I’ve deposited myself in you, and you’ve done the same to me.
So, now I carry a part of you with me. And just like a bank, I’m trusted to keep it safe. Maybe I even earn interest on it – I have experiences that relate to the ones that you had, so now we have an expanded connection.
It puts a little more value in what we share to think of it as a deposit. I’d rather have true and real and beneficial (even if not perfect or always positive) deposits in my relationships.
So, now I’ll get back to being a dutiful student.