We Have Our Moments

Sometimes entropy can be observed by just looking at our community. Convictions wane, intentionality is stilled, & the aroma of apathy clings to everything. We become irritable, selfish, resentful, and unkind. The proximity that deepens our intamacy also amplifies our angst. We unknowingly retreat into the solace of isolation and deprive ourselves of the very cure. The past month seems to have been one such season.

Then, as though God had planned such a period for dramatic effect, He blows through the house like a rushing wind of intentionality, reconciliation, reflection, repentance, and restoration. Last night was one such night.

The night began as a cool evening at home with housemates, a few guests, wrestling matches and haircuts in the kitchen. It became a series of independently initiated & intentional conversations consisting of things like confession, repentance, reconciliation, personal challenges and convictions. I had the privilege of being either central to or at least included in almost a half dozen such conversations in one evening. (and in a strange way there was a common echo happening in them all) While it may sound like a tedious or stressful evening it is quite the contrary. Like a withered plant being watered, I felt restored and wanted to just bask in it. Nights like that remind us of why we live the way we do, correct the insidious ideas that have been eroding our clarity, and give us a taste of the communal life that beckons.