This weekend, I witnessed community.
I witnessed community when a friend’s toilet got blocked and he called us to borrow our plunger. He could’ve just gone to the store to buy one, but he chose to drive to our house to borrow ours.
Community.
At church, one kid needed a new diaper and the parents didn’t have an extra. I overheard the mom saying to the dad, “Hey, where did you find that diaper?” “Oh, I got it from the Smiths.” Wife: “Oh, well, in that case, go ask the Jacksons for some wet wipes.”
Community.
Community takes many shapes and forms — but how beautiful and authentic it is when it even extends to the grit of life … to toilet plungers and dirty diapers.
How have you witnessed community in action this week?
