Fel·low·ship [fel-oh-ship] noun
1.the condition or relation of being a fellow: the fellowship of humankind.
2.friendly relationship; companionship: the fellowship of father and son.
3.community of interest, feeling, etc.
4.communion, as between members of the same church.
During all my time dealing with Facebook, I’ve only “unfriended” one person. He’d rant and rave about numerous topics and I simply ignored him until the day he damned all homosexuals to hell and I could tolerate his ignorance no more. One click and he was no longer my friend.
I do remember one tirade he was on regarding the word “love.” He said that people saying it all the time weakened its meaning. He also stated that loving friends isn’t the same as loving family. To which, I declared bull poop. I couldn’t begin to comprehend someone believing that love could be weakened. I disagreed on so many levels my head hurt.
First of all, wouldn’t the world be a much nicer place if everyone loved instead of hated? Ruth Burkett Weeks discusses universal love in her book, Soldiers From the Mist. It’s amazing what can be accomplished when life is approached through eyes of love.
Secondly, are you kidding me? I love my friends. There’s no distinction between the love I feel for my friends and the love I have for my family. None at all. I’d do anything for my family and I’d do anything for my friends. I realize I’m blessed to have such dear, kind, generous people in my life and I’m going to treat them with the respect, kindness and love they deserve.
Yeah, I know what the heck does all of that have to do with fellowship? Well, let me tell you. On Saturday, the Northwest Arkansas Writers Workshop had their annual Christmas party at the home of the lovely Linda and Neal Apple–a community of folks with a common interest. I looked around the room filled with fellow writers and felt at home. Like I belonged. My heart filled with happiness. I’m not related to a single person in the group, but it felt like family to me. These folks get me. They accept me for who I am. Many know me better than anyone in my family does–and they still like me! It doesn’t matter that there’s no biological connection. They are family.
So, once again I thought about the person who said that bantering around the word “love” weakens it and it saddened me. I hope one day he discovers that love, family and kinship have nothing to do with bloodlines and DNA, but everything to do with acceptance, caring and fellowship.