community

Our communities may not conform to any blueprint, but we know we have them...I once knew two elderly shut-ins, longtime friends, both of whom lived alone. Every day they watched a religious program on television and as it ended each would offer a prayer for the other. They knew who formed their unique community...

Community is the container in which the sacred is remembered, practiced, and made real.

Spiritual community is not about being nice to one another. It is about being real enough to allow grace to operate through our wounds.

It is in community that we come to see God in the other. It is in community that we see our own emptiness filled up. It is community that calls me beyond the pinched horizons of my own life, my own country, my own race, and gives me the gifts I do not have within me.