We are smack dab in the middle of the unknown; a notion that has hit us like a ton of bricks as we have begun the process of developing community in a new place with new people. People who are younger than us and cooler than us.
We sit on our hands and shuffle our feet, avoiding eye contact, as we make small talk about who we are and where we are coming from. We try to find common ground and pray, simply, that someone will feel kindred.
The truth is, we were under the impression that we were still "young"; maybe even "hip". College didn't seem that far removed, until we found ourselves breaking bread with college students. And now it's not the studying and dorm life that I miss, but the open mindedness about the world we were entering as new adults--and the endless possibilities therein.
We got in the car to come home tonight. I immediately questioned my every move. Is my laugh obnoxious? Do you think our kids are too rowdy? Perhaps we talked to much? The enemy will play this track on repeat throughout the week-- his greatest weapon in drawing the believer out of the community that they so desperately need to survive.
The beauty of community is that it happens in spite of our insecurites and quirks because it centers on a common theme. Ours is hope. Hope in a sure thing, that King Jesus sits on His throne and He reigns.
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