As I hinted at in the last post, Scott and I have thought a lot about community over the past year. We’ve lived in several very different communities that we’ve loved and we’ve also had times of missing fellowship with our far-off friends. In Honduras, we lived on a compound and saw our neighbors and little community of people daily. In Ireland, we lived in the same building (almost like a dorm lifestyle) and worked with people routinely. The fellowship was different in each place and we often reflected on the incredibly community we had at Asbury, but we were thankful for the new friends and experiences. Moving to Waco, we have faced a more normal struggle with finding community. No longer do we live in arm’s reach of people to hang out with or an immediate group of people to call our community. God has led us to a great church and we are now involved with a dynamic small group of people, but we also felt we wanted to connect deeper with people that are in our daily spheres.
For the past several weeks, we have shared soup with some of the other grad students in my program on Thursdays. I keep forgetting to take a picture, but here was the group from last night. (Scott was there too but he took the picture.)
It has been fun to try out different soups together, and last night, we had one of my sister’s recipes for Tomato Basil Parmesan soup and homemade baguettes. Soup and bread…very biblical, one of the girls said, and that’s the point, actually. We believe that God created us for community and fellowship with one another. John also says in 6:27, “Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on him God the Father has placed his seal of approval.” So, we meet each week at 6:27 on Thursdays and we all put a few dollars in a jar which we’ll eventually give away to missions. We hope that God will multiply our effort to give the money we’ve worked for to food that endures to eternal life.
After soup last night, we walked over to Baylor’s campus for an annual Christmas celebration called Christmas on Fifth Street. A couple of the girls and I took a picture with Judge Baylor in his knitted scarf and hat.