Thursday, April 17, 2014

Relational Glue: The Power of Shared Experience


People, whose relationships beat the odds and hold strong over time, have stumbled upon one of life’s grand secrets.

Relationships need glue.  And one of the strongest glues available are shared experiences.

On one level, it sounds like common sense.  Attend to a relationship, and it will thrive.   Husbands, plan regular dates for your wife, and marriage will feel more and more like that first year.  Parents, make time for your kids and watch how their eyes light up.  Long distance friends, Skype one another more often and the miles between you will actually shrink.  And mentors, make memories with your youth to set a foundation for friendship that will carry you into the days when you both have grey hair.

My UrbanLife adult volunteer team engaged in a powerful, shared experience last night. We dyed Easter eggs together.   How can an experience, fueled by vinegar, a dozen eggs and a .99 cent package of dye tablets be characterized as powerful?
 

This is how simple, yet complex, it gets:

Attention leads to connection.  For a portion of the night, we all attended to the same activity.  Engaging in a shared experience together communicates that, at least in the moment: I AM HERE WITH YOU.  Additionally, shared experiences provide opportunities to establish common ground quickly.  Conversation that might be challenging in neutral space, becomes easy for both parties.  Simply describing what is going on in front of you fills any potentially awkward space.

On a biological level, we connected. As we shared an experience, our physiology reinforced our connection. It has happened from the beginning of our lives. Babies’ heartbeats begin to mimic the rhythm of their caregivers, when resting in their arms.  Breathing rates become more similar.  And at the cellular level, Mirror neurons take in information and fire subconsciously, allowing us to interpret one another’s positive body language and mimic it back.  In the eye contact and posture, a fly-on-the-wall would have certainly described our group as connected last night.

On an emotional level, we connected.  Volunteers experienced surprise when they walked into a training meeting, only to see that we were dying eggs.   A couple of them possibly felt low-level anxiety because this was a new activity to them. We all laughed when Ricardo dropped and cracked one of the eggs.  And we lamented the fact that we would not be able to eat the hard boiled eggs later, because I had left them out too long.   Most of these emotions were shared, in identical time and space. 

We created a positive memory. Memory is anchored both in our emotions and in our bodies.  On a basic level, successful and thriving relationships involve amassing a greater percentage of positive and reinforcing experiences than negative or neutral ones.   While, dying eggs may not have been the highlight of my leader’s month, it was definitely positive.  Because it was, and because it reinforced learning of valuable skills that night, my bet is that they will be back for the next gathering.

Shared experiences are like relational glue.  


Thursday, April 10, 2014

Life on the Beach Blaster


I’m not naïve enough to think there is a great swarm of readers wondering, where has JP been? But, upon reading this, you may be saying to yourself, “Wow, it has been a long time JP!”

The explanation, in short: Life has been moving fast. 

Last week during High School Mission Week, I rode a thrilling amusement park ride at Mission Beach.  I rode it ten times.  Due to some early day rain, the lines were minimal and allowed for our group to experience thrills, one after another.  The Beach Blaster became addictive to a whole handful of us.   Like a 100 foot-pendulum, it swung us back and forth.  Adding centripetal force, it spun us around.  Both happening at once, the ride had its way with us.  By the tenth time, my 36-year-old stomach had had enough.

While on the ride, life happened in flashes.  We’d wave at friends as we whizzed by.  Perhaps we should have stopped to recount the horror and the thrill.  But the opportunity to ride again, and immediately, pushed us back into line and onto the Beach Blaster.

So it is in seasons of our lives.   As parents, we routinely face the decision to grab a camera to capture a moment, or to simply experience the fullness of the moment unfiltered.   Bloggers, at times, are faced with a decision to narrate a recent event, or to dive in and experience another one.  Healthy social media users ask the hard questions, including, “Am I experiencing the fullness of life in the same way I am portraying it online?”  Seasons of simply living are helpful for perspective and grounding.

In this past season of youth ministry, I’ve needed to just be.  Not experience, write about, photograph and pine about.  Just be. 

I may reach back a month to tell you about the stolen shoes that reappeared on my doorstep or detail the lunacy of staying up all night, at my age, with teens.   I may let you in on our secret ice blocking spot.  I’d love to share about a student, once bottled up by rejection and pain, now blossoming in an environment of safety and affirmation.  I might even let you know about the award I recently won.  These are the things you’ve missed. 

But they are ones that I’ve fully experienced, like each whipping turn of the Beach Blaster.