“I do not ask for these only, but also for those who will believe in me through their word, that they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me.”
There are shapes and sizes and varying realities of community…but it ever remains true that we are made to live within it, to be nourished by it and to touch the world through it.
I look at this so-journeying life that I’ve been called to, and while at times I have fought the desire to pull in, the nomad is all the more called to community than those who remain…I believe. We are called to invest our heart in its truth and fight for it whether the situation is known to be temporary or we are so full of grief it is hard to fathom letting others in.
Community is a place out of which we live but it is also a place to which we come with our love and joy in the One who holds ALL things together. Because of Him we weather its storms, we try again, we believe in a reality indestructible where the whole is infinitely more as the sum of its parts when Spirit and human hearts blend for the beautiful.
Community is the ache of the believer. And I have seen the fledging faith of many either thrive because of it or die for lack of it. We are nourished in the common bond of a Savior who has moved each heart to Himself and the passion and lives of those around us remind us of this One Great Love. We see in each other His truth and we remember why we have come.
Community is the hill that we die on, and the dream that we fight for and the remembrance that lingers when all others fade…it is the path we must never leave in the long journey Home.