Yesterday, I hosted a friend’s birthday party at my house. I am an introvert, of course, but I do enjoy hosting parties for others occasionally when I can. I have this house, with realistically more room than I need, and doing things like this makes me feel like I can do something useful for my friends who have other living arrangements.
But I digress. I’ve been very busy with work, and I haven’t been good at picking up around the house. So I did a lot of straightening and cleaning yesterday morning. By about 1:00 in the afternoon, I was tired and sweaty and in need of a shower, and I also needed a few things from the grocery store (not for the party specifically, just for my personal use, but as soon as possible). I was debating whether to shower and go to the store, or just shower and nap, when another alternative popped into my head.
Don’t go to the store. Don’t take a nap. Don’t even shower yet. Go for a walk to the park and catch some Pokémon.
I should qualify this by saying that I’m a n00b when it comes to Pokémon Go. As I have written before, I was already in my 20s when Pokémon was first a thing, so I didn’t grow up with it. I played for the first time two months ago, when a friend who moved away a few years ago was visiting her parents, about an hour drive from here. I was trying to find a time to get together and catch up, and the only time that worked was when she was planning on going for a walk to play Pokémon, so she invited me along.
I had a six day streak going of having caught at least one Pokémon per day. Most of that, however, most of that was just stopping next to the aforementioned park on the way home from work and catching one just to get a streak going, since if you can get up to seven days, you get a lot of experience points. So I needed to catch something yesterday. I also needed to get more balls, and there are lots of stops where you can get items all over this park.
Anyway, this park has soccer and baseball fields, so it is always full of youth sports families on Saturday mornings. As I was getting near the park, I saw a mom and her friend loading up kids into a car after a game. Her friend said hi to me. I said hi back, as my mind frantically tried to remember who this person was; I don’t know any soccer moms that frequent this park off the top of my head. (The kids belonged to her friend, not her, which also threw me a little.) Fortunately, it came to me quickly so that the conversation was not awkward; it was someone from my old church, the one I stopped going to around two years ago. I asked how she was doing, and she mentioned that next month she would be leaving on a mission trip to serve Jesus in other countries for a year. She gave me the website where she would be blogging about her travels.
I hear many people tell stories about when God makes people cross paths at just the right time for a specific reason, and I think this was one of those moments. I think God was telling me to play Pokémon Go yesterday morning, so I could be back in touch with my friend and reading and praying about her travels. And in the middle of all the questions that have been running through my mind about Christianity and church culture and where I belong, this was a reminder that God is still here in the midst of all that.
And the part about me not having made it to the grocery store worked out too, because one of the other party guests called asking if we needed anything, and she agreed to bring me the two things I needed most urgently. I forgot to pay her back, but this is someone I see often enough that I’ll take care of that soon, and it was probably no more than five dollars anyway.