Frequently, I bump against friends from what has called itself “The Parish Collective.” These folks are passionate about being the church with a sense of ‘place.’ Who are we to our neighborhood? What is the heart of Father for our place? It’s a question that more house churches should be asking. Do we matter here? Are we Jesus, the body of Christ, in our neighborhood? Good question. It needs an answer.
The community of the Summit Fellowships has benefited from the love and encouragement of Tony and Jane Tuck. I remember picnics for the community, many years ago, at their property in Salmon Creek. Our hearts ache for Jane as we report Tony’s homecoming in glory. We hold this confidence: to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. Someday we will meet again.
I was browsing through my journal this morning and came upon this entry from a visit with one of the Summit Fellowships a couple of years ago. It reflects something of what happens when a group sustains its life together.
I was overwhelmed with tenderness toward the children. As the adults sang a song, the kids quietly interacted. Naomi admiring Selah’s ear rings; Graelon and Justice talking; Asa and another looking at a book. The scene was one of quiet and contentment. Safety. The children, in their innocence are surrounded by music and their parents — and me watching. Looking from face to face, capturing for an instant in each face the warmth and sweetness of childhood.