Quick: What community or communities are you a member of?
Chances are, you thought of your town/city. Maybe your congregation. Or your family. As far as I’m concerned, though, communities come in many other shapes and sizes.
For example, my husband once played in a pick-up touch football league in Central Park. Whoever showed up, played. Whoever didn’t, didn’t. The guys only saw each other for two hours on Sundays. They only knew each other by first names. But they’d played together for years. When my husband returned after two years in the Peace Corps, one of the guys said, “Hey, man, you’ve been gone for a few weeks. We’ve missed you.”
It was a community. As was your third grade class. Your gardening club. Your book discussion group. Your touch football team. Your blog readers. You get the idea. It’s people who are united in some way. Family, geography…
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