I wish I lived in a community where I could sit out on my front porch and pick my guitar of an evening and have friends come walking down the street, stop and join me for some human fellowship. I wish I could offer iced tea, lemonade, or a glass of wine and a good discussion could follow: Koinonia.
I wish I had the ability to dig in the dirt with my fellow humans, but alas, the community garden is thirty miles away, so we don't participate.
I wish there were a way to share my table with others and offer hospitality, say compline together before going or separate ways.
I hate hate hate having to drive forty-five minutes to get to Church. I hate the way we are all so isolated. I always greet my neighbors when I'm out walking and I know they recognize me: I"m the one who's lost so much weight and they are all speculating how much and if I'll loose more. I know because people have asked me. But no one knows my name and I don't know anyone's name and there's a generation gap and no one reaches out. Our neighborhood is not a community. I doubt that it has been since the television was invented.
Meanwhile I have a different vision of life than most, and so I sit here at my stupid computer, longing for Koinonia, when the reality is, it just ain't to be found...