Nothing In Common With Those People

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My husband and I have recently been going to a weekly small group study with a campus church group that is now sharing our church facility.  Their group is populated by recent university graduates and they are younger than Robert and I.  Much younger.  But the ladies have been discussing a book and there are usually snacks there, so I was interested.  Until last week.  After that evening’s study, when Robert and I got back into our car and prepared to leave, I exclaimed, “I’m not coming back; I have nothing in common with those people!”

And then I began to expound to my husband about the evening’s events.

The group had several new guests and we were asked to introduce our self and tell about how God had been working in our life.  OK, I can do that, I thought.

One young lady began by telling us of a personal activity that she had shared with her husband the week before.  It really did not seem like such an unusual event to me, but then again, she and I are just different in our experiences.

Another young lady then began telling us  about her life.  She went into detail about her junior year in high school and then followed it up with details about her senior year in high school.

For me, about all I can remember about high school is that I went and I did graduate.   High school for me was over thirty years ago and I certainly do not have vivid memories of the time I spent in secondary school!  Today, I have trouble remembering an hour ago, let alone over thirty years ago!

One young woman spoke of her father and the problems he was having with his health.  She mentioned that he was in his upper fifties.

It hit me like a brick right then when I realized that I am closer in age to her father, than her.  And she mentioned his age like he had been alive since the beginning of time!  At least, it seemed like that to me. I guess her father and I are both older than the hills in her mind!

Of the three women who spoke, everyone mentioned being a Christian since an early age.  It seemed as if they were saying, “I’ve been a Christian since I was three and a half weeks old.”  It wasn’t until after I had graduated from the university that I went to a church.  And even then, I was twenty-seven years old when I did start back to college!

After I had pleaded my case and told Robert why I did not intend to go back since I had nothing in common with those people, he said one thing to me.

He said, “You do have one thing in common.”  “What?” I blurted out.  He said, “Jesus – you have Jesus in common.”

My husband was so absolutely right!  We are all resting on the firm foundation of Christ.  How many times have I faced the fact that our ways are different?  That I do things differently than you do?  I have faced that fact over and over again; we are each different.  But with Jesus Christ, we are unified.    I share in their love for Christ.  He is God.  He is my God.  He is our God. And I do plan to continue sharing in the love of Jesus  with my new friends!

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About Raeanne Woodman

Less than a month after my twenty -fifth birthday, I had a brain hemorrhage. I had two brain surgeries at that time. It saved my life, but it left me unable to walk or use my left hand. I have been a wheel-chair user since 1989, nearly half of my life. I have always considered myself very blessed and quite unique. I graduated from Ohio State and went on to be employed by the university for twelve years. I met another unique individual at my church and he and I were married seven years ago. With this blog, I want to tell you a little about myself and how I've learned to live in our world. I love to cook, albeit with my own adaptations. I also want to share some great user-friendly merchandise and deals with you. And I would also be blessed if you would share your great ideas with me. This blog promises to be mutually rewarding!
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2 Responses to Nothing In Common With Those People

  1. Jill says:

    Somehow, my comment on the Mechanicsburg story ended up with your “Nothing in Common” story. So sorry! So nice to have discovered your site, or blog, though. Will be reading more. Love in Christ, Jill

  2. Jill says:

    I grew up there in the ’60s and ’70s. The Methodist church was where my best friend was married. Thank you for a nice story.

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