A Place to Belong

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For GG 113

Maybe community as a group doesn’t exist. Is there

a place to belong, to breathe deep without fear of regulation and restraint—

to be who I am and am becoming in safety—

knowing and being known,

accepted?

Maybe community as a group doesn’t exist.

Maybe community comes in ones and twos, bits and snatches

of love and connection.

Maybe it comes in those broken times when my fear and doubt, that in some eyes would threaten the stability of all Christendom, is rather met

with understanding and the ah-ha’s that underscore I am not alone in my loss and alienation.

Maybe community is found in the stumbling along, the leaning on, the my picking you up and the your picking me up stuff of life,

not in the largeness, and the rightness of group but

in the ones and twos,

fellowship of the weak.

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“We now have this light…

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