It’s that time again! No, not the time when I bust out a song and dance with spirit fingers [that’s reserved for Matt]. The time for my monthly contribution to [in]courage, the online webzine of writers, designers, poets, and all things sweet š
I’m chatting about the “community” buzzword being used incessantly by church leaders, Christian bloggers, and cool kids. The tripartite concept rests essentially upon the ability to be vulnerable, willingness to put yourself out there, and doing the next best thing.
I’m attaching a snippit and a link to [in]courage for the remainder of the thoughts. Join the conversation, ask hard questions, and just do it! Enjoy š
With all this talk of community on (in)courage, I thought maybe I was the only socially awkward one who didnāt know how to jump into the mix or correctly use the phrase like the cool kids do.
I would consider myself an outgoing person. I like to talk loud and laugh louder. I hug people at church and hold the door open at the grocery market. And if push came to shove, Iād be able to communicate to a deaf person through hand gestures, stick figures, and facial expressions.
So why was it so hard for me to build ācommunityā? Well, for starters, I was a chickenāer, am a chicken. I use my outgoingness to engage with random people, but lack the ability to be vulnerable, scared, and uncomfortable.
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