So this is the new year and my how things are different. I find it amazing and humbling to be here in Boston doing what I really feel I'm supposed to be doing where I'm supposed to be doing it. I am so much more aware of how blessed I am to be here and so much more aware of how my life is built upon the foundations of those who have come before. A trip to Greenville will do that.
I've never been more convinced that community is the most radically subversive and radically necessary element of human existence. Seeing all those friends together around a table sharing a meal and not needing anything other than each others company to be nourished. Rarely has the eucharist been so alive for me. Holy moments like a shared meal, a picnic by the dinning commons, a frisbee toss in cornfields, and the singing of songs, sneak up on me. Rarely do I realize just how sacred, just how separated from the mundane they really are. Nor do I realize that it is in these moments that come so naturally, despite being so rare, I am being transformed.
Why is it that around these people I feel like I can actually be good? I can be funny, and begin to become wise? Perhaps wisdom, not intelligence, exists only in a community of people.
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