found in the fellowship of the weak
"We are all bruised reeds, whether our bruises are visible or not. The compassionate life is the life in which we believe that strength is hidden in weakness and that true community is a fellowship of the weak" -Henri Nouwen
It is the among the more potent challenges of my life and one of the more rich rewards - to see first hand how complex and intricate it is to actually live in community, real, authentic community with others. As I resolve to delve into the moments of others lives that maybe chaff at my senses of comfort I know there are times I am tempted to run the other way, content to hole up in my world of privacy and solidarity, remaining impotent, mute and un-purposed. I desire however to enter into the greater lessons, to set myself in places where I can absorb, glean, and learn from the living examples around me, just how to build community, intentionally and without compromise. I can surround myself with those that tenaciously grip to God throughout all of the turbulence of such a feat, seeking His glory, not pursuant of levels of hierarchy, rather living out of the recognition and conviction that we are all truly level, equalized because of the crimson vein that binds us together. It is against this backdrop that I am provided the opportunity to access, to entreat expectantly on behalf of those around me and for myself, of the One who is exceedingly abundantly able to give us more than we could ask or imagine, the One who pursues us with a perpetual devotion and desire.
"I do not pray for success, I ask for faithfulness." - Mother Teresa