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Who’s your church?

One of my newest favorite things about our town is the presence of a Co-op to help enable me to buy local foods and goods. I’ve loved the localvore idea for a while but lacked the gumption to seek out vendors and farmers and artisens for all my goods. The idea that I can arrive at Meijer and get it in my cart and out the door in under an hour held too strong a temptation. But Stone’s Throw brings together these goods in one roof (where the world’s best bacon is also sold). I love the whole idea. 

So we joined the cooperative this spring (don’t ask why it took us 9 months… because I’m positive laziness had nothing to do with it. *Insert sarcastic eyeroll*) and have been enthusiastically showing patronage to “the market”. Gradually, but with increased vigor.
Tonight a friend invited me to a meeting for all member-owners where the work of the coop is discussed and distributed. Up. My. Alley. They spoke of newsletters and signups. Words like “community” sloshed freely. I might have even piddled a little when someone made mention of a board retreat. 
As poor attendance at board meetings took the lead in discussion, I almost blurted out a remark about the drastic similarities in operation with my church work life, but held it in. From that point forward, I began making a mental list. 
1. First and foremost, it’s a group of people with a common vision. Ask any person about that vision and you’ll get unique answers, but among the group it’s narrow enough to become distinguished. Everyone’s initial reason for joining stems from a different source, but at the end of the day the thread of the vision sews the people together. 
2. Board meetings, newsletters, committees. None of which have ever actually proven effective, but alternatives are few and far between. So the machine moves slowly, no matter how much energy and excitement the people put forth. Not a criticism: a statement of reality. I imagine it like a group of people pushing a large steamroller up a hill. I’m enthusiastically getting out to push. 
3. Buildings. I never took an Org Comm or sociology of groups class, but I wonder if territory always sits in the high place of goals and conversation. Our coop currently borrows space in the meat shop (which, as mentioned, sells the best bacon. Yes, it’s good enough to warrant a second mention), but a storefront has been a part of the original plan. However, that conversation has been tabled to (as my business world partners would say) “focus on the core needs of the business.”  But meshed into the conversation is the idea of if we build it they will come vs. other core principles of identity. This one might be most fascinating to me. 
4. Beliefs. It comes down to how a person sees and interprets the world and what is true about it. Whether it be about the celestial, green, local, or health views, people participate and engage because something at their core says, “this. is. good.” 
Despite ineffective delegations and monotonous meetings, people seem to congregate together for a common purpose to see change. As if, whether or not they have a church that worships Jesus, they have other churches. And in some ways these pseudo-churches are doing better at having church than the Church. They understand that breaking bread is instrumental. Members show excitement for the cause and engage on more than a surface level. The rate at which participants show up on Sunday for the sake of coming seems much lower  – probably because there’s no fear of eternal damnation, just the threat of cancer from bad food.

I think we have a lesson to learn. And I’m super excited for a ringside seat with my coop. Actually, more than a seat: a shovel. I’m ready to dig in.

“You’re so lucky”

KLR used to tell me this before I married JJ after he did something outright goofy or strange. You can imagine the tone. But she joked because she knew it was true: I am lucky. Cases in point:

1. I married into a family that values heritage and my MIL graciously put us up a few nights in the hotel so we could attend the family reunion. 
2. After a long, tiring weekend we came home and the kids successfully avoided a nap due to dozing while in transit. So we’re cooking dinner and getting the house together and the kids are tired and hungry and we’re a notch above grumpy. And JJ still takes time to show H Boy proper wiffle ball form as we’re waiting for the food too cook. It wasn’t just the absence of frustration and shouting, but the extra mile of engagement with the kids that kept sanity levels to a functioning level. 
3. Miss M fell in love with her first non-grandma figure, Aunt Mary. It was so endearing to watch her seek her out and request to sit with her and on her lap. She’s normally a cling-to-us-around-strangers gal, so it was wonderful to watch her hatch out of her shell. On another M note: she’s great with names. She also pointed out Uncle Gary to Aunt Helen and only saw the back of his head. 
4. It never fails the kids are STARVING before dinner and begging snacks. And mine request frozen peas and tomatoes from the garden. They make it easy to say yes whenever possible.

5. For most of the world, tomorrow is Monday. But in this house, it’s just a day that JJ’s getting a few tasks done and I’m keeping the kids for some low-key play. God bless my employer for time off. 

Michele goes to the dentist

I have a cavity. It’s not technically diagnosed yet, though I’ve moved from the glory of denial to painful disobedience when it comes to calling the dentist. Thankfully, my cousin’s mom is a dental hygienist and she mentioned that when in the early stages, regular flossing can help reverse a cavity. 

“Early stages” can encompass several months, right? 
So I’ve been a flossing machine. Confession: This is not simply prevention. It’s pain relief. At this point, any time I consume something of a stringy nature, it becomes lodged between those blessed molars. If I can’t get my hands on minty string, throbbing begins within the hour. In my mind I can see my teeth separating the way my sister’s did when the orthodontist put a contraption in the roof of her mouth. 
All this to say, I’ve spent time in front of the bathroom mirror. And, subsequently, cleaning it. 
The upside? The rest of my teeth brag about their top-notch condition. They haven’t received this much attention since January 2011 when it made the list. (Let it be said I have overall good dental hygiene and have, to date, one other cavity. But I don’t come from a family of flossers). 
The cavity captures all of my dental attention and worry. I even wake thinking about it (if it’s throbbing in the middle of the night). I hate the way it makes me feel, both because it hurts and because I feel like a dental failure due to its existence. 
But the rest of my teeth benefit.

They say the squeaky wheel gets the grease. But maybe the squeaky wheel gets the grease out of the garage. If it’s anything like my teeth, the problem child gets first dibs, but everyone reaps rewards. 

It’s exhausting, always trying to “be better.” To fix large holes in your enamel. To meet higher expectations. To offer exceptional customer service. To proofread all emails. To play at the top of your game, all 4 quarters. And sometimes it feels defeating when your best efforts still land you a phone call to a paid professional for a fix. 
Perhaps instead of lamenting our defeat, we should appreciate the improvement for the whole. Allow the holes we’ve become aware of to prompt improved habits. Dealing with sin often seems to me a character flaw improvement program, which misses the point. But instead, it should lead us to holiness throughout our whole life. In my quest to become more generous with my material world, I can allow those efforts to teach me what it means to have a generous spirit, to think of others first and consider them before myself. 
Starting my morning, I can choose to see and feel the large gaping hole. By all means, don’t ignore it (especially if it can be flossed away!). But such occasions aren’t simply defeats. They’re windows, allowing you to look into ways we can live better. Don’t spend all day by the window, but make sure you take a glance each morning. Or, after each meal as you floss.

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