Always going to and fro, the women talk of Michelangelo, and I remember the days of calling cards on silver salvers, though I never lived them.
In some strata of society, visits used to be governed by careful rules, wrapped in ceremonies of hats and gloves, tea and polite conversation. There were no comfy phone visits, because there were no phones, let alone social media to allow us to watch one another from afar.
I think of how a culture of visits would be at once awkward and wonderful, forcing us into face-to-face, willing or no. A culture of visits presupposes time for visiting, and I think of spacious days when there were fewer things to know and thus more time for knowing.
And, after all, face-to-face knowing is so much more thorough and satisfying than the knowing of words and images on a screen. Shades of expression, of tone, of gesture force us to deal directly with the implications of our words, and we see first-hand their power to cause pain, or awkwardness, or delight.
Which is part of the wonder that the Sunrise from on high should have visited us, accomplishing redemption for His people. He knows us face-to-face, and, one day, face-to-face is how we shall know Him.
Today I join Kate Motaung and the Five Minute Friday crew, writing on her prompt, visit. Visit her site using the button on the left.
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