A Confused Community

I just finished reading about Zimbabwe and the horrors that exist due to a militant dictator. They do not even have the freedom to write the words that I just penned. It would cost them their life and maybe worse, the rape and torture of their wife and daughters. We have so much in America and act like life is so difficult. We search for meaning and dignity while we fail to give it to others. We create theologies and ideologies that reflect our lack of wisdom and empty lives. We make community about us. We create little worlds that reflect our version of life and expect other people to march to the drumbeat of our version of community.When it does not satisfy, then we blame . . . we blame the government, or jobs, our schools, our spouses . . . our churches. So we keep trading them with the hope that the next one will be better than what we are experiencing now. What we fail to realize is that the common denominator in all this is us. For community to happen, we need something or someone larger than ourselves to be at the center. This is where Rabbi Jesus comes in. He has faith in us because He sees a different picture of who we are. He restores us to our creative design and touches us at the core of our soul. His Spirit gives us the gift of community. It is here we discover the meaning of life.