“How very good and pleasant it is when kindred live together in unity! It is like the precious oil on the head, running down upon the beard, on the beard of Aaron, running down over the collar of his robes. It is like the dew of Hermon, which falls on the mountains of Zion. For there the Lord ordained his blessing, life forevermore.”
Many of us are blessed by loving families. In this time of social distancing, we are being presented with a plethora of options to connect with those outside of our homes, too… Online, cell phone, church community, learning communities, social media etc. Technology is so far advanced these days compared to the setting of Psalm 133; however, this saying still rings true: How very good and pleasant it is when kindred live together in unity! In this time of social distancing, let us be mindful of the implications of those two words when it comes to the family unit. Perhaps, then, we will unravel new and meaningful ways of deepening relationships with the immediate family in our midst. Think about it…
Put down the cell phones. Have a conversation.
Turn off the computer. Play a board game.
Take a break from social media. Do a 20-questions game, tell stories, or read a book.
Hit off the lights. Hide-and-go-seek!
The writer of Psalm 133 is onto something. Perhaps beckoning us even today to see the beauty of nurturing human relationship with those directly in our midst. There are some, also, in our faith community without the surrounding of immediate family. If you know these persons, please do take time as a family to write them a card or a note of encouragement. You can also call them. They need to know how much they are loved, too!
Sometimes being unplugged can be a blessing. We can further lean into the sacred value of being able to live together with people who love us and cherish our living. When I was little boy, it seems that my parents worked hard to model this narrative in our household. I remember there were times that my younger brothers and I would be arguing with each other (we did not even have a cell phone or computer time to argue about!). My dad would give us a look (you know that look), and then as punishment he would ask us to stand up and to hug each other. Not just a little, pithy hug either. We had to hold that hug until Dad could tell we really meant it!
In these times, church, let us stand up and hug each other; both physically within our home and metaphorically for those outside of our home. Let us really mean it! For how good and pleasant it is when kindred live together in unity!