When we moved back to our hometown, we were both a bit apprehensive about the community here. We knew there were plenty of young parents in our church, and a few old friends still here, but God had established such a Christ-centered community in the university town we had just left. We truly did life together, praying and worshiping and eating together more days than not. My hopes were not high to find the same level of community in the church we had moved away from seven years ago.
This past weekend was Victoria Day weekend (or May long weekend as most call it). It's the unofficial start of summer, despite the weather, and it's always well-anticipated. We had a productive and fun weekend, and it was spent almost entirely with the community here.
Saturday morning we had a yard sale with two other families from our small group. We made a bit of money (and definitely achieved our main purpose of getting junk out of our house!), and then spent it all on pitas and ice cream.
Sunday we were asked to lead worship at a smaller church outside of town. Four of us piled into a car and sang much of the way. We worshiped hard, then we ate hard at a tiny diner that served way too many french fries.
Yesterday we decided to shuffle our house around. Our big living room became the playroom, our small living room became the dining room, and the dining room became a small den. We washed all the floors and moved every piece of furniture on the main floor. We were about to start cooking a peanut stir-fry when Joey got a message from friends in our neighbourhood, asking us to come over for dinner. We walked the two minutes through the field between our houses to an open door, bbq chicken and homemade flour tortillas.
We've been back in our hometown just over a year. We were lonely for awhile, and it certainly took some work, asking for phone numbers and nudging our way into small groups (Joey did both of those things; I'm not a nudger), but the result is so sweet.
Three meals in three days, with three different groups of friends who are seeking to press into Jesus and community. He is so good to us, providing allies to walk with us through life. To eat together, to laugh together, to glorify His name together.
Do you make a point to eat in community with others? In my life, it's a fresh dose of God's heart for us. If you don't typically make it a priority in your life, I would challenge you to start: invite someone over, cook something simple, and break bread together.