I want friends. Do you know what I mean? Real friends. I want friends who want us as friends. People my wife and I can be ourselves with. The type of people who are deeper than you think, who challenge you to grow and encourage you through it. The type of people whose friendship is about friendship.
I want to be a friend who loves the interaction with others, willing to sacrifice some TV time in order to spend some face time. I want my wife and I to enjoy the same people, to laugh in the company of others and to grow together because of our community. Roxann and I are great friends. The past couple of years, especially, have been incredible for our marriage. We are open, supportive, and each others biggest cheerleaders.
Roxann is smart AND beautiful, and really makes my life more than it could be without her. However, as much as we love each other’s company, we are better with others. Our continued growth as followers of Christ and as people on this planet depends on the solid friendships we forge.
So… I want a community of friends, a tribe, where I don’t have to be a mentor… where I don’t have to be guarded all the time. Where who I am becoming is as important as who I am. We have had great friends in the past: Tracey & Tom Conner, Heather Williams, John Ratz & fam, Sweeney’s (all of them), Stoeckles. We also have great friends now: the Lewies, Vaughns, Phoenixs. Kudos to them for liking us back.
So, where do I go to find community, that tribal experience? I go in search of it.

Remember the movie Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade? In one of the scenes, Indiana had to choose the ‘cup of Christ’. The cup was supposed to be what Jesus drank out of at the last supper. The choices were immense. Which of the dozens of cups could it be? One of the golden cups gilded with jewels? No. It ended up being a simple cup. A wooden cup. A carpenter’s cup. According to the movie, drinking from this cup had healing powers. A simple, unassuming cup had the power to change a life.