numinous awe (and such): community. (and not the show).

"I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay,a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you." "Then it was you who wounded Aravis?" "It was I." "But what for?" "Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no-one any story but his own ." "Who are you?" asked Shasta. "Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay: then the third time"Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly
hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it."

from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis

Saturday, October 17, 2009

community. (and not the show).

this weekend has been lovely, as R would say. i can't believe how elated one can feel after just spending time with people: cooking, eating, car riding, ultimate frisbeeing, teasing, and talking.

it's when i'm with the people in our group that i'm reminded of what's important. without even saying anything specific to my situation of life, they encourage me to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus, to live a life without mediocrity, and to look forward, not backward.

i haven't ever known a group, a community, like the one i know now.

henri nouwen writes,
"community arises where the sharing of pain takes place, not as a stifling form of self-complaint, but as a recognition of God's saving promises."

i would also like to add that community arises where broken people come together to laugh and share, and through it, recognize that the joy that they share comes from God.