
Community.
It’s a buzz word these days.
Especially in those Christian circles. You know, the ones you wish you were invited into.
Community.
We talk so much about it. We think about it. We pray about it. We analyze it and program it and market it. We small-group it. We service-project it. We family-night it.
But do we actually do it?
Tomorrow morning, my friend, Hannah, is coming over. Hannah is an amazing young woman. Full of passion and vision and the desire to serve people who have no voice. She is a part of the 20-somethings Bible study my husband and I lead. Hannah does not have kids. She is not married. Her monthly rent payment is enviable. And the job she’s currently working gives her Mondays off. So she’s coming over.
But not for coffee. And not for lunch. And not for anything resembling a quiet, peaceful sit down where we figure out the world’s problems together. She is coming over to help. Kids will be awake. Laundry will be strewn. Dishes will be piled. Errands will be run. There might be yelling. She is going to spend the morning with us, just helping. Lending a hand in the middle of real life. And my real life is kinda messy/ugly/impromptu. The trade-off? I will feed her.
“Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good, and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled.”
Titus 2:3-5
I am not an old woman. But I am older (in age and experience) than Hannah. Scripturally, I see that I have a responsibility to those women who are younger than me. Not to talk at them. Not to lead once a week Bible study for them. But to bring them alongside in life. To include them in a functioning, real life, gritty community. Where things don’t always go as planned. I mean, there is a three-year-old involved here. Enough said.
And this is a new thing for me. I used to think community meant I cleared my schedule or found a babysitter so I could give my undivided attention to one other person and we could work through difficulties and build a “real” relationship. But I’m learning that a real relationship is built in the midst of real life. Real time living. The two can’t be divided. Nor should they be.
So now I am looking for people to “do life” with. Life unscripted. Life un-programmed. Life as it happens. As it is. This is one hugely important aspect of doing community. Helping one another in the day in and day out. I am no expert on these things. I’m just a woman trying to figure it out. But I know I want to figure it out. I don’t want to play pretend community anymore.
I think Hannah and I will go grocery shopping. Kids and all.
How do YOU do community? Is there anyone in your life you could bring alongside?



















