Reflections in the [Bridge]Water – Crossfit Staunton

 The fourth and final impactful community I’ve experienced in the Shenandoah Valley for this series is CrossFit Staunton. It probably wasn’t smart to plan this post just before our wedding, but hey better late than never right…three months later?

When I moved to Staunton, I knew I wanted to maintain some level of fun, physical activity and hoped I could also meet some new people in the area. The first day, I walked in a completely uncoordinated kid and clumsy as anything. After my first workout after the five fundamentals classes, which covered all the basic movements, I nearly made the coach poop his pants in trying to press the bar overhead and instead, threw myself backwards into a wooden post.

Got to start somewhere, right?

From there, things only got better. I slowly picked up the rhythm of this particular gym. Physically I felt stronger. Coordination became easier and overall the rigor was well, invigorating!

Since I’ve been a member the past year, I’ve seen the culture of this particular gym evolve into one amazing group of people. The owner and coaching staff have done a brilliant job embracing not only a mindset of continued physical growth, but also relational. Men, women and kids of all ages and backgrounds, body types and goals find safety in this community pursuing healthy lifestyles together.

The biggest joy of being a part of CFS was it simply added another layer to the ever growing pocket of people in my life. Crossing paths multiple times a week at work, church, home or a combination of the three was by far the best way to encouraged and be encouraged by others.

Similarly (though not through Crossfit, I’d imagine) Jesus lived with people to impact them daily. Not weekly for a simple hour but he very much became a part of many individuals lifestyle. I am filled with joy and have loved seeing how he has taught me to live in the same way in the pockets of people I have loved in Staunton.

And now flash forward three months to a new city, new husband, and new pockets to fully integrate into are ahead of me and I couldn’t be more excited to see how the Lord continues to stretch me.

How have you changed or changed others through the community around you? How does Jesus’ model of impacting lives apply to the pockets of people you interact with?

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Reflections in the [Bridge]Water – Church Downtown

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Fellow community group kiddo at her school’s play.

As part three in this series on the community I’ve been a part of in Virginia, I want to share about a wonderful group of people known as Church Downtown.

Leaving college, I had the opportunity to serve and grow with Intervarsity Christian Fellowship at Virginia Tech. Our staff and the chapter as a whole painted a beautiful picture of what it looked like for an eclectic community to follow Jesus together. This made  thinking about finding a church outside the college world pretty difficult in comparison.

Then I found Church Downtown. A new church plant in downtown Staunton that met in a movie theater (to this day, I haven’t even been there to see a movie) became my family very quickly. I started attending a community group with several young families with the cutest kids ever. I stepped up immediately to help in the kids’ church. I volunteered to greet people on Sunday mornings.

Within a few months though, I went from willingly serving to carefully scrutinizing the church’s ministry structure. I started of thinking of ways I could lead things better. After all I did come from a great christian fellowship in college.

This is when the Holy Spirit began to gently rear me backwards and ask myself a couple questions:

Why are you serving?

Who are you serving

What is the church?

WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!

My heart had completely lost focus of why I started serving. Pride does a lot of damage to community and quickly changes a willing and ready heart to one that says, “I know what’s best.”

As a newcomer to this community, I failed to realize I didn’t know the people in this local church. I didn’t know their needs or how Church Downtown had structured themselves in such a way to meet those needs. I was an outsider trying to take control of people I was a stranger to knowing.

Jesus shows so much grace to his prideful children. He takes the time to show us why he even cares that the church exists. I am so thankful for the humble and serving families and individuals who he has brought into my life here. This church is not perfect, and has no problem announcing that on Sunday mornings, but beautifully speaks of the love it has for God’s created humans.

Reflections in the [Bridge]Water – The Office

As the second community my series of reflections, the office has served as one of the biggest learning curves (and no, not the one with Michael Scott).

I received an offer for my first full time job outside of college internships early January of 2014, just a month after graduating. My mind has a hard time developing locational expectations for a new place, so I had no preconceptions of what work life would look like in comparison to university life.

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The first lunch in college on the first day of classes I ate at a table by myself (don’t worry, I think that was the last time that happened). The first lunch at work I ate with about a dozen +50 year-old men. Talk about some entertaining (and educational) conversation.

From here, I met dozens of my other 400 or so coworkers of various ages, walks of life, and interests.

It’s easy to describe what I learned technically and professionally. I think most of the questions you ask yourself in a first job follow a fairly universal trend. What’s my role? How do I interact with my coworkers? How do I learn as much as I can from the fire hose of information?

It’s a bit harder to express how I grew. “What’s my purpose?” loomed overhead everyday for me.

The very word “community” means to have a common characteristic or goal. In essence, work life is community life. This mindset seemed to kick in a lot quicker in college, but I realized quickly that it doesn’t look the same in a 9-to-5 setting.

Community living requires investment. Paul served as a great example of what intentional work life looked like in Acts:

“Paul went to visit Aquila and Priscilla. They were tentmakers, the same as Paul, so he stayed with them and worked with them… During the night, Paul had a vision. The Lord said to him, ‘Don’t be afraid, and don’t stop talking to people. I am with you, and no one will be able to hurt you. Many of my people are in this city.’ Paul stayed there for a year and a half teaching God’s message to the people.” 

Paul’s profession was a tentmaker (because that’s what people lived in then). He made money to put food in his belly and clothes on his back. That’s all. You can see it right there. One sentence attributes to his career, not an entire resume.

Paul’s mission was spreading the Good News of Jesus. What better way to get to know people and understand their needs than to work right alongside them! He didn’t concern himself about how good of tentmaker he could make himself. People were his concern.

On days where I had a difficult time going to work, this mission humbly reminded me that my job is not as important to Jesus as the people that he loves in the next cube down the hall. Should my sour attitude or personal work agenda affect the way I could love people that day, then I have vainly accomplished nothing.

With a heart full of joy, I leave this office and these amazing people only to continue loving new people with the love God has given me!

Reflections in the [Bridge]Water – The Dragonfly

Looking back at posts such as this one or this one, I realized the idea of community sits on my mind quite frequently. As I prepare for a move from Virginia to South Carolina this week, reflections on this past year or so in this little town of Bridgewater have pretty much planted themselves in the back of my mind.

With that, I want to share four distinct communities (in no particular order) I’ve had the privilege of living in and growing with the people in them.

The Dragonfly

For those of you fortunate (or unfortunate) to have watched “Gilmore Girls”, you’ll recognize “The Dragonfly” as Lorilei’s Inn. Somehow my roommate Sarah found a correlation between the show and our fantastic little home and thus it got the name.

Sarah interviewed me as her first Craig’s List roommate and bravely took me on as a fellow Dragonfly-dweller. Immediately she explained her vision for living in community. The kitchen is open to anyone (including food, unless marked otherwise), chores would be split evenly, and roommate dinners were a must. Above all, The Dragonfly would serve as a place of rest from work and ministry throughout the day.

I fell in love.

This place was my dream. But like all dreams, you got to wake up and smell the pansies sometime, and those pansies sometimes end up turning into compost.

From there, unrealistic expectations built up quickly. Very soon, I let bitterness creep in about things like dirty dishes being left alone. Having no dishwasher makes it pretty difficult to keep a clean sink, but my pseudo-clean freak mind expected otherwise. In short, when expectations get let down, the mental blame game commences.

I learned very quickly that living in community meant something I didn’t know: communication and potential surrender of expectations. To expect my roommate who served people all day long at work to keep a spotless house was unrealistic. The home is a place of responsibility, but also a place of rest….a place where your rump rests (shameless Pumba quote).

Releasing expectations for something better means things like 30-person Thanksgiving potlucks in a 3-person apartment happen because you don’t mind cleaning up for the next week. It means receiving new roommates from out of no where when you least expect it (and finding that you have a new wonderful friend). It means opportunities to pray over each other as roommates happens more frequently because we see each other’s needs more clearly. It means we begin to look at the things that are important to Jesus and his vision for intentional community.

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How do you view your home? What expectations are holding you back from community investment?

Seeing Community Growth through Beautiful Demolition

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Mill City Museum | Minneapolis, MN

“Community only exists when action is taking place.”

I’ve thrived in seeing this phrase lived out among people I interact with in various communities. Most recently, I’ve had the joy and privilege of living it out with several colleagues from around the world over the past few months in a training program through my company. We’ve spent hours struggling through classwork and have continued to build relationships through other outside activities. It has been amazing.

Until a “bad” thing happened.

Our director sat the class down for an intense discussion regarding some perceived unprofessional behavior as a group. My heart sunk. In that moment, I could pin point exactly where I was guilty of giving a bad rep for the company. It made me feel ashamed that as ambassadors to this company, we had failed. Others around us couldn’t tell how hard we wanted to work to do well and to give the company a good name. I could do nothing but sit stone faced and feel scared poopless about where this conversation would end.

But somehow, as class members started to express various concerns, complaints, and compliments, I found myself incredibly joyful. It was one of maybe two moments I have felt intimately close to this group of people. In the middle of addressing a conflict, I was witnessing the process of our great relationships growing even more in depth.

I don’t believe action in relation to growing community is always “good.” Take for instance Jesus’ group of followers/friends. Sure they faithfully followed him around, but they sure didn’t do the “good” thing all the time. During his last night before the religious leaders put him to death, Jesus and his friends went to a garden to pray with him. Well instead of praying with him, like he asked, they fell asleep. Not quite the most “professional” or dutiful thing to do during a critical time.

Fast forward several years and we see that these very same nappers are the people planting the first churches in the history of Christianity. They are the leaders raising up more leaders to follow Jesus. Their very lives were at stake for the work they were doing and yet continued to fulfill it faithfully.

Guilt is no effective way to respond to doing a “bad” action in the midst of community. From the planting of guilt grows no “good” action for the future. Had Jesus’ friends let guilt bog them down, they would have missed out on being part of the amazing work he had set out for them.

I find it beautiful to see imperfect people mess up and through grace, have it redeemed as something incredible. Our little eclectic group is far from perfect, but throughout this experience, I believe that a strong sense of community is understood amongst all of us. Do I think this is the last time any of us will receive correction in our careers? Absolutely not. Will this group succeed through learning as a community? Yes, yes, and again yes.

Where have you witnessed growth in your communities? How do you see difficulties/joys affecting the way individuals interact with each other? Please share and I would also love to hear feedback!

The Toddler Twist: This is Who You Are

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About a month ago, my dear boyfriend, Chris, came to visit and we went to the new church I’ve been attending in downtown Staunton. That week, I was scheduled to help in the nursery, so I dragged Chris along with me. An hour and a half later, we had successfully kept all seven, precious toddlers from destroying each other during the morning playtime (with the help of another great mom). Lesson learned: three-year-olds can’t quite reason with you and the assumed innocence that miniature plaid button ups and beautiful little eyes portray don’t fool me no more.

Jesus isn’t fooled either.

Picture this: the group of kids from above comes to Jesus. Some are rough-housing with each other, a few have snot dripping from their nose, and others just don’t know where not to stick there hands. Why would you not push away these little guys away from your dignified teacher? Why would he, Jesus, want anything to do with kids who may have not been able to even read, much less even know who he was?

We see that instead of pushing them away, He tells his followers to let them come. He picks them up. He holds them. He explains that wisdom of God has been “hidden from the wise and learned, and revealed…to little children” (Matthew 11:25).

God the Father values the humility of children, and even tells his disciples to “change and become like little children [to] enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3). This isn’t to say He expects a gullible mind (though a good chunk of them are and oh the fun you can have!), but a trusting heart. At church when we announce snack time for the toddlers, they don’t worry whether or not they get their share of animal crackers. Each one instead expresses excitement in his/her own way. Not always patiently, but never doubting.

Jesus loves that children have the ability to trust what he says, however, he understands that they’re messy, require a lot of work, and don’t listen all the time. Big surprise right? Yet he still desires them to be the people to enter into his Father’s kingdom. Kids are stubborn, yet teachable. Needy, yet ready to accept their need for help in even the smallest tasks. Who else would be a better candidate?

Why then do we feel guilt or shame when we fall short of the things Jesus asks us to do?

He doesn’t expect us to be mature from day one of saying we follow him. In his eyes, we ARE children, both for the good and for the ugly. He anticipates the need for growth, but only expects us to be teachable.

In choosing to follow Jesus, you’re not signing up to be spanked after every act of disobedience and fear displeasing him the next time. You are given the freedom to take joy in being a child of a divinely gracious Father. His desire is to see you trust his promises, learn from failures, and to look forward to spending eternity with Him in His Kingdom.

Do you view your failures as traps of guilt? How does living in the context of a child of God changes your perspective on personal growth?