And a good day to you sir...

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Kind of makes me want to not be inside right now. Anyway, I had a great phone conversation with Tim (see: link) last night, talking all about the obstacles to authentic community as members of the church, and about the viability of a life lived not as a paid McChurch staff member, but as a life-committed volunteer to the cause of being real, loving, and effective in communicating Christ to individuals. He's out there doing it (In Atlanta), I just like to talk about it, apparently. One of my reservations comes in the form of not knowing where to go or how to begin. Wait on God, my brain and assorted others say. O.k. In the meantime, however, I can't help but feel that one of the most important aspects of authentic community, or "being the church we were meant to be", is the idea that I start with those who are "supposed to be", but are not, closest to me...my family. I find it strange that the cycle of ministry is to move away to college, get a degree, and NEVER SET FOOT IN YOUR HOMETOWN AGAIN. Seems strange, doesn't it. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about lately, and I am hoping for some God-inspired confirmation. We'll see....