I live under the assumption that God is always at work in our lives even before we know it. I think that's what grace is, that God is sort of stalking us and preparing us in small yet significant ways for the shock of becoming church and trying to live into the absurdity of church. Really it's not normal. We do not naturally group ourselves with strangers who are different from us in so many visible and not so visible ways. We do not readily give up the things we want in order to provide for people we don't know or even necessarily like. We do not give our time, resources, and privacy to just anyone. But that's what church calls us to do... - Enuma Okoro, Reluctant Pilgrim: A Moody, Somewhat Self-Indulgent Introvert's Search for Spiritual Community (Fresh Air Books, 2010, p. 48)
I’m reading a new book with my lovely reading group, a group of women with much, much more life experience–and hence wisdom–than I’ve got.
It’s more than just a reading group, actually. Much more. I’ve come to appreciate and respect these women as folks working hard to live into the absurdity of the church. They support one another, pray together, tease one another, cry together, remember one another’s heart aches, and argue when they disagree about something.
Like a book.
The discussion of this book promises to be lively.
PS I’d really like it if one of these women would volunteer to write a guest blog post about what makes the group so amazing… (hint, hint).