Relationships over Experiences
This weekend is July 4th weekend. I live in Massachusetts.
The big thing to do in Massachusetts on July 4th, and I mean really big, is go to Boston. I’ve done this a few times now, and it is really big and really awesome. The drawback is that millions of other people agree with you and will be there with you, making the ride to leave the city of Boston impossible to do at a decent hour.
A few years ago at Fellowship, we started a new “tradition” on the Sunday of July 4th weekend. We began having an outdoor service and a party on our property that day. Last year, the church surprised me by celebrating my 10th anniversary here at this church. It’s amazing to be around the people you love. To hang out and play games and talk and enjoy the beauty of God’s creation with your closest friends.
This year, the two events happen to coincide: Boston’s July 4th, and the Party in the Park.
And if I had my choice (cause really I don’t this week), I’d go relational before I would experiential.
We love the experiential, don’t we? To experience big things and huge events and the next great adventure. But one thing I learned a long time ago is that if I had the choice to do experiential or relational, I should pick relational. I should be where I know people love me and care about me. I should pour into them and allow them to pour into me. And I should wallow in the experience of being with my community. This is why I’ve turned down free tickets to huge games and concerts to attend date night with my wife or small groups during the week. Because I know at the end of the day, my wife, and the people I share life with, are going to be there with me long after the season ends or the newest tour is finished.
When I was in high school, I had the opportunity to travel on a trip to Mexico with my friends, classmates, and teachers. It was kind of a missions trip and kind of a learning adventure to an area of Mexico called Monterrey. The trip had been planned and we were all pretty excited to go, when I received a call from my uncle Matt, telling me he had some tickets for me to see DC Talk at his church, and then he was sure I would be able to meet them. I loved DC Talk!!! It was going to be so epic, and I couldn’t wait, and it was right in the middle of my planned trip to Mexico.
Naturally, I begged my dad to let me go. I told him it was only Mexico, like one country away, and I could save my traveling for going to a country farther away some day, and that this opportunity wouldn’t last forever, and that DC Talk’s Free at last was the best album ever. My dad wasn’t feeling it though, and he calmly said I could go to any concert I wanted after I came back from Mexico.
I learned some big lessons on that trip. I remember eating a jalapeno so hot that it made me vomit in the middle of the street. I remember the exhilaration of having a high school crush to the experience of said crush taking my heart and crushing it in her cold bony fingers (that’s poetic more than literal, btw). I remember the beauty of the mountains in Mexico, and the smell of the marketplace cooking in the towns. But most of all, I remember the people I met there and the people with whom I traveled. Amazing people. People who poured into my life for years and helped make not only this experience, but most experiences in the early part of my life much better.
I’ve since gone to numerous DC Talk shows, and seen about 100 other incredible concerts since then, but the one thing I have since learned, that I believe helped change my life, was when it comes to making a decision – Should I do this or this? – Always make that decision with the people who love you the most in mind.
Experiences will come and go, but relationships will tell the world who you really were.
*By the way, this post isn’t even about how horrible July 4th in Boston is. My friend Jay goes every year with his closest friends (minus me) and makes a day of it.




