FROM THE INSIDE
Sometimes we’re talking, just talking
to someone - and to be honest -
without much thought, it’s chitchat.
It’s not even a trivial pursuit.
We’re at a coffee break or outside church
or at a wedding - just two people at a
round table. The others are on the dance
floor - or the bathroom - or wherever folks
disappear to at a wedding and we’re alone -
but this time with a person we never really
talked to ever, ever, ever before.
Then - for some rare reason - the
conversation becomes different -
very, very different. This other person
is actually talking to us - and we find
ourselves looking them right in the eye. 
We haven’t done that in years - maybe
never, never, ever, ever….
They are talking serious - mentioning
stuff from their inside - and we let out
a little bit of ourselves - from the me
inside the me of me. 
Driving along - alone - a month or two
later - we find ourselves thinking about
that moment. We realize we can actually
talk to another from our inside.
We get what Jesus meant about
the inner room - and talking from
the heart - from the deep within -
where our deepest intentions are. 
We now know the difference between
everyday chatter and real talk - something
we have started to do a bit more now.
We hear singers different. We sense
that some can sing a song 100 times
and each time it’s from within - and not
just lip and word memory while looking
at the clock in the back of the hall. “Yeah!” 
In church we begin to know the difference
between sermons that are authentic -
heart to heart - not just tape recordings
from the pulpit - from another’s past.
We know there is a world of difference
between words - and words made flesh -
words coming out of a life lived - out of
love: passion, death and resurrection.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
 Matthew 6:22;7:22-23
 Matthew 6: 5-6
 Matthew 15:18-20
 Thanks for Harry Chapin for the thoughts for this reflection - found in his song, “You Are the Only Song” - as well as a quote from Charles Péguy, “A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”