From I to We: Finding My People
Gamers and gardeners. Postal workers and poets. Thinkers and doers. Singles and couples. Therapists. Musicians. Runners. Geeks. And advertisers.
Ones. Nines. Fives. Fours. And sixes.
We are not a small group. We are a medium-sized group, and though we might get too loud, we value each voice for who they are—not for who a church might have said they should be.
That was one of the worrisome things about hosting a group—I wasn’t looking for a place for people to show off how “churchy“ they were: I don’t need to pretend to be someone I’m not for a few hours every-other-week. I come to Imago because you accept me as I am.
Plus, my religious tradition didn’t “small-group.” So opening my private space (my safe space) was a risk I avoided. If it weren’t for being conned into it by Dustin, it might never have happened. But taking a chance on community has been worth it. Getting to know people, listening to their stories, being included in their triumphs and sorrows and doubts and wonderings has made my life richer. Like double-layer, dark chocolate cake covered with ganache.
And just like post-cake over-indulgence, getting up the morning after a late group can sometimes be a challenge. But as Louisa May Alcott said, “Stay is a charming word in a friend’s vocabulary.”
Becky Krohe is the gardener in the list above, she is also guilty of being a rather private person, a five, a feminist, and a maker with too many hobbies. Scott says it might be nice to mention that her husband and daughters also come to Imago Dei.