In the beginning…
This post represents several new beginnings for me. First, and most simply, this is my first post to this blog. There are, however, several other and more complicated beginnings that I am experiencing.
This week marks the first time that I am living outside of New Jersey. So, I am beginning my life away from New Jersey. I am having mixed feelings about this particular new beginning. On one hand, I am extremely excited to be following God’s call to Haverhill, MA and to be partnering with Farrah, Melissa and Ben in this new ministry. This should be quite an adventure, and I can’t wait to dive in head first. On the other hand, I will be leaving behind my family, friends and the place I called home for my whole life. I will deeply miss all of them, and a piece of me will always still be with them in NJ. To all of you back home who are reading this post: I love you and miss you.
This week is also the beginning of my life in intentional community. That is supposed to be the main focus of this post, so I should probably say a thing or two about it. This new beginning is also one that I have mixed feelings about. It has been difficult trying to explain to friends and family that I will be living in intentional community where we will be sharing common food, belongings, prayer life, and even finances. Usually I here the reply, “So, you are joining a commune”. I typically don’t know the best way to respond to that, so I laugh and give up on trying to explain any further. This type of conversation tempts me to second guess what the four of us are getting ourselves into. I want to try to come up with reasons why it is a bad idea or why it won’t work.
There have also been times where I have felt like moving into intentional community means sacrificing my personal time, space and possessions. In a way this is true, but I believe that my feeling like I am losing something valuable is due to my cultural conditioning. Even as we have been setting up the house, I have had moments where a voice deep inside me is throwing a tantrum saying, “I want to hang my pictures one whatever walls I want in my own room. I want to put my stuff where I want. I want the temperature and lighting and sound exactly how I want it.” But the truth is, these are not the things that I really want.
What I want from intentional community is a spiritual life that I share with others on a daily basis. I want to sit down around a table for meals and have conversation with good friends. I want to share the possessions that I have been blessed to receive with others, so that others might be blessed by them as well. I want to have my life ordered in a way that helps me to stay more connected with God, with others, and with myself. I believe that living in intentional Christian community is the way that I am being called to fulfill all of these desires.






























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