That Crazy Little Thing Called Community

February 23, 2015

Being the nerd I am, I looked up the definition of the word community. Here are the highlights (Websters):

1 A group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common:

  • a group of people living together in one place, especially one practicing common ownership

  • a body of nations or states unified by common interests

  • the people of a district or country considered collectively, especially in the context of social values and responsibilities; society

  • denoting a worker or resource designed to serve the people of a particular area

2 A feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals

  • a similarity or identity

  • joint ownership or liability

I’ve only been able to call The NET home for a little while now, but it doesn’t feel that way. Here is a succinct list of how I believe we are a community and why I love The NET.

  1. We bond over coffee. Whether it’s the intern meetings Monday mornings or Bingo & Bagels or Birthdays, there is a triumphant roar when the light turns to green on the coffee pot. Although I’m giving up coffee for Lent this year, coffee is always a great way to build community and foster relationships. As a sign on my wall says, “All I need today is a little bit of coffee and a whole lot of Jesus.” Truth.

  2. Although we love volunteers coming whenever they can, we have found that consistency matters. We don’t make promises we can’t keep, but it only hurts the people around us if we show up once and disappear. This truly forms a family who knows each other deeply.

  3. We celebrate each other. Whether it’s family time or birthdays or staffirmation, everyone on staff and in our family want to hear about our lives. I can easily approach anyone and hear about their struggles and they can hear about mine.

  4. No one is afraid to preach the gospel daily. We lift each other up and help guide people back onto the path with love.

  5. We get to be Mary, not Martha that Luke speaks about. I can eat and spend time with the people around me and not worry about serving people food and not knowing their names.

We are a community. Not because of how we look, dress, live, or work. Not because of who we know or or who knows us. God knows us. God loves us. That is all we need, isn’t it?

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