The other day, while I was “playing MasterChef” in my kitchen – yes, this is a thing I do – I had a thought. A musing, really.
I was musing on the fact that I love to cook fancy things, and I often fantasize about cooking with the finest of ingredients: a fine Stilton, a salty Grana Padano, creamy burata, delicate truffles, an amazing bluefin tuna…
The list goes on.
But, I would never just cook with any one of those ingredients just for myself. I love cooking because I love to share my gift of cooking and the finished product with others.
It got me thinking about community, and how, though sometimes I feel sort of alone, I have a vibrant web of communities around me.
From the church that raised me to be a Christian, located just off of Roberts Drive in Dunwoody, and the extensions of community I have gained there: lifelong friends, mentors, a chiropractor, a nutritionist, and a personal trainer; to the church that groomed me to be a pastor: Cornerstone Church in Snellville.
At Cornerstone, I was prayed for as I explored my ministry calling, encouraged to pursue parish ministry, and supported in the call I felt to preach.
My seminary gave me close friendships I still nurture to this day with fellow students and professors, and helped me grow to fight for justice and inclusivity; to love unconditionally and to be a better follower of Christ.
The church I currently serve, the church that ordained me, continues to nurture my call to pulpit ministry as well as to ministry with elders.
In my church community, I have found a family of friends and supporters; cheerleaders who care about me.
My family and closest friends, missions groups I’ve spent summers in Mexico with as a translator, the churches of Christ on the Baja peninsula and the people who attend those churches:
these are communities that have extended love and grace to me throughout my life. For this I lift deepest thanks to God!