spiritual famjam

I was going to write on friendship, or leadership, or even contractual relationships. Perhaps I will, but another time because I want to dedicate this post to my spiritual family.

I love my church. Before moving away to Carleton University I could never imagine ever becoming a member of any church. The idea of committing to a church quite simply appalled me, because my history of church attendance was never regular. I was actually surprised that my entire first year of university I attended only one church and never missed a single Sunday service. I love my church.

Where else can you find people of such humility and love for one another? Philippians is a good book to read about that. I love that people will come together and proxy in prayer for an individual they have never met, and pray earnest prayers as if they were their own flesh and blood. I love looking at the faces of strangers and see a beautiful glow on them. I love knowing that even if there may not be anything else we have in common, there is that one commonality of knowing/loving/savoring Jesus that unites us. . I love my church.

I was thinking what will happen when I leave Ottawa. Can I find another spiritual family that has made me feel as welcomed as the one I'm in now? The conclusion I've come to is this: that in time of desperate need, I know it won't matter where I will be - my family will keep me in prayer.


Pointing to his disciples, he said, "Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother."