community

Last night All Saints' Church in Belmont Heights held it's somethingth-annual Living Nativity, replete with straw, goats, sheep and, um... New World Camelidae—all this in the midst of the 10-year monsoon SoCal is experiencing. As I drove over to the church I was thinking to myself, "This is gonna be a complete bust. There'll be three kids and a drowned rat, and no one is gonna show and this is gonna be a washout."

O me of little faith.

I showed up to find Dan and Tom, soaked to the skin, throwing blue tarpaulins over the roof of the stable and putting spotlights in trees to highlight the performers. Shane was stringing microphone and speaker cable from the display to the parish hall. Cheryl, Anita and Henrietta were wrangling costumes and preparing young shepherds, angels, Marys and Josephs for their tableau. Jane was being crafty with the kids and Bette and Laura were loading the tables with sweets and savories. Spirits, contrary to the weather, were not dampened. There was coffee, cocoa and cider.

We are blessed to have Grace Harbor Church sharing our facilities on Sunday evenings, and they all showed up and partied with us in the rain. Chuck, our music director, rocked out carols on the piano accompanied by a mandolin-wielding bishop and vocalists of every shape and size. Families came and shared fellowship, our children—and a few of our adults—endured the dripping roof of a stable. The goats ate the burberry bushes. And we all went home smelling of damp hay and goat and burlap. It was glorious. It was community.

It was community that took the holy family in that time in Bethlehem. Dr. Kenneth Bailey, biblical Ancient Middle East scholar and professor, tells us that Luke's "stable" was not some out-building behind an over-crouded inn. It was, rather, the "attached garage" of someone's home. This was Joseph's hometown, and the dictates of hospitality would not let the community leave him and his pregnant wife to fend for themselves. No, the community—some family—took them in. And the world was never the same.

Community is what is left to us when we have expended all our own personal resources. Community is what carries us when we have no ability—or will—to go on. Had any one of us been left to our own resources last night, the somethingth-annual Living Nativity would've been a bust. In community, it was, as one reveler said to me, "the best one ever." Glory to God!