MIA & Community

I’ve not been posting lately. E’s parents were in town, then we flew to Seattle for a dear friend’s wedding, this weekend was spent building raised beds for gardens and in the midst of that I’m writing about everything from methodology to Israelite religions and hope. We’re always dreaming, hoping for the future and trying to live well in the moment: whether there are children under foot in the kitchen at a friend’s or the sun is turning my skin to shades of pink while preparing to disappear for snow the next day.

In all this, I find more and more that community is important. Community, like missionality or incarnational ministry, has become this “in” word in the last several years. The strange thing is, there’s nothing sexy or exciting about how we do it, and how we find we need it more and more each passing day.

This weekend, E built raised beds out of huge logs of sweet smelling cedar. We were at our friends’ J&P with their little ones, three and 15 months. Another family had come as well and while the men were building 12x2x2 boxes, we sanded a table to be re-stained, talked about pregnancy and kept children away from saw blades and the little cliff at the edge of the yard. We will go over each week this summer and work with J&P in that garden, take dinner, play with their kids, send them away on much needed dates while we put the little ones to bed beneath summer stars. They apologize for having kids, for always needing us to come to them. We laugh and remind them that we love them and we love their children and this is just how family does things.

A friend at school has been going through a hard time, on an email I sent about class I told him I was thinking of him, that E and I were praying for him. He wrote back and told me no one has said that; they empathize in the moment and move on as soon as he’s disappeared from sight. I thought to myself that was the strangest thing I’d heard in a long time, that we can’t care well enough to think and pray for those who aren’t right in front of us.

Someone yesterday said they want to take me and E for a hike, then lunch. They want to talk with us and hear about our hard places, our edges that need smoothing, our holes that need filling. The amazing thing is that on Saturday, in the midst of scrubbing paint and varnish from the rounded edges of that now newly stained table, I had said to J that I want this same couple to walk with us, listen and speak to us.

So, God answers prayers, yes.

But here there’s more than that. This is our little community: school, work, and a church we’ve left but from which we still have friends. It isn’t flashy, there’s not curriculum or structure. It happened around gardens that save money, enjoyment of nature and friends being honest about crummy times. It’s willingness to listen, to adjust plans, to play with small children and learning to love that we’re all in different stages, with different needs and different wisdom.

And as I live in it more, some days it feels like nothing has changed in 150 or 200 years. I said to J as we made lunch in the kitchen and the men were building in the hot sun that it reminded me of an old-fashioned barn raising — if only I’d brought an apple pie! We laughed and then I asked her questions that you can only ask a married woman and she smiled and listened and outside I know that P was reminding Ethan that marriage is good but hard and so worth it despite the upward climb past selfish tendencies and drowning sin.

And we need community. And it isn’t sexy or exciting. It’s dirty and messy and beautiful as we’re walking through life together. I know why it’s a big deal in the church today, in the post-modern west. But sometimes I wonder if in making it such a big deal we’ve lost the simplicity and ease with which we step into something that will take us for a fast and wild ride.

What are your thoughts on community? How do you create or find it? How do you maintain it? What sacrifices come with keeping community? How does your community and family help you and yours?

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One response

  1. We’ve been “in community” with a group here for 5.5 years now. It hasn’t been easy, and I can’t blog about the messiness because it involves other peoples’ lives. But, we’ve had one man have an affair and walk away – not just from his wife, but from all of us. The community expected that he choose what is right, and since he didn’t want to, he cut us all out of his life along with her.

    Others, when caught in sin or struggle, would just stop coming, and we’d chase them down. Our guys have twice sat in front of houses waiting for the men to either come home or open the door and talk to them for the first time in weeks.

    We’ve had shouting matches and tears. For me the hardest part was the times when I simply felt like I didn’t click, like I wanted to be friends with the girls, and we were all sharing and being honest, but still I didn’t FEEL close to them, you know?

    But we’ve all kept coming, except the families that have moved away. And now, having fought for marriages, spoken truth to each other, continued on in commitment even when it didn’t feel natural, opened the word and eaten the Body and drank the Blood together….. now I see that the time and commitment is worth it. Setting up a simple structure so that we would have community, despite at the beginning all being strangers – that was necessary to build a family.

    Our community has loaned us cars, they’re supporting us financially, they babysit our kiddo, and they are the friends that continued on with me even when I resented this culture and was socially awkward around them. They’ve pointed out my gifts and encouraged me to use them. Maybe best of all, they’ve provided accountability and friendship for Isaac such as he’s never had before.

    It’s still not perfect! I make it sound like it is, but it isn’t. But it’s beautiful. And I’m thankful for it.

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