We had a few visitors come and go, but with no official structure, title or meeting place other than our back porch, it was hard to gain momentum - and we didn't even know if momentum was something we were going for. It was comfortable and easy to sit and talk about stuff. It was healing to be with like-minded people. And we were running out of chairs, so, really, where would the new folks sit?
In what would amount to several years of shared meals, we acknowledged that comfortable wasn't what we were called to. Not only were we comfortable on the back porch, but we were comfortable in our church - in spite of the flaws that come with it being run by humans. There were challenges, but we knew to expect them - they were our challenges. We weren't cynics anymore, but we were at odds, but the odds were predictable. There was comfort in the phrase "it is what it is." So we just let it be.
But the longer we let it be, the more our hearts were pulled toward a scary and dangerous mission field.
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