I long for community. Me and a bunch of my friends. We chat about it, dream about it, try to build it. And yet so often it eludes us.
It hasn’t always been so. I have lived in communities. Some of them were a taste of heaven and some were toxic beyond belief. And as I ponder this, I realize that among other things, community takes time and it grows so slowly we hardly see it coming. It seems to simply appear one day. Plus, community is usually clearest when we leave it behind: when we live in community we seldom notice it because our days are full. Our time is spent with good friends and navigating hard relationships and we don’t think about community. But take it away, and suddenly we have time to ponder the lack.
So, how does it happen? Honestly, I am not sure. I know it takes time, people, commitment, and common purpose. Take any of these ingredients away, and community cannot grow. Add them all together, and community seems most likely.
Today, I’ll meet another friend and discuss community, because in the discussing we are slowly laying foundations. Maybe we’ll talk about what is important and how we can invest in the important things. And when we’re done today, I’ll invite her back next week or the following one. Slowly, I think something beautiful is being born. I believe it’s called community.