A Rock Home Companion: Final Installment, Part 2
A Glimpse of Home
What makes a party good? For one, you have to have a reason to celebrate. And if Jude is anything, he’s a reason to celebrate. He’s four, and he’s a passionate ball of fire, and he can sing in the upper choral registers with Star Wars Sopranos, and he can flash a set of dimples at me causing some insane rush of mother hormone with which I believe I could knock over an army.
The inside of the Rock House is complete chaos, upside-down, and boxed – such an uncovering of dust bunnies and legos. I straightened up the carport, secretly celebrating my own so-far survival, and then several from our community joined us in a smoldering July birthday event, complete with slip-n-slide, bubbles, grilled aromas, and a whole lot of ketchup, mustard, and cupcake icing. I’m learning that community is sharing the mess, and more than that, it’s getting messy together.
Nothing about true home can be bubble-wrapped or taped up or labeled with a sharpy marker. The only real glimpse of Home we get is when we gather in the mess and share and work and play. These people, I will know them forever.
I can’t imagine ever getting rid of the Rock House, but I’m learning that the house is not the point, how community is God’s design, how something of His character shines out in the ones who bag up the leftover hotdogs, the ones who come and sit in sticky kid air. They express so much of the NOT YET in “Home,” and we hold it together until then with sweat and smiles and story.
It’s The Rock Home Companion no more and A Community Companion from here on. Come hail, high water, or changed blog-brand, I have to learn about community, because I can’t live New Covenant without it.