Kristen Horton: It's Good To Be Common

In October 2009, an acquaintance and fellow blogger, Steve, announced that he and his family were moving to Fort Worth to plant a church.  I jumped right on facebook that afternoon and messaged Steve and Joy both, letting them know that I had lived in Fort Worth for a number of years and would be glad to help them in any way I could. 

At the time, I thought that might be helping them find housing and maybe jobs and introducing them to others doing similar works and ministries in our fair city.  I was firmly planted in my own church home with no intentions to leave.  Sure, I’d been struggling to find community within that larger group for over a year and praying for God to place me into a new group, but I genuinely assumed it would be within that body.

In December 2009, Steve called.  They were having an informal informational meeting about the church and asking anyone in the area who might be interested to come sit down and hear their vision.  I agreed to stop by, intending it as a gesture of support, not interest.  I was amazed when I arrived and found that I had at least met all of the people present and actually knew some of them quite well.  We sat down to talk and Steve began to share about his and Joy’s journey to become church planters and their vision for reaching the lost of Fort Worth, and my interest was definitely piqued.  I, however, had a birthday party to get to, and only halfway listened to his announcement about a church planting training coming up in February. 

I knew it there was a cost involved, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to commit, so I ignored the calendar as the date for the training approached.  Then, the day before the training, my phone buzzed.  It was a text from Steve asking if I was coming.  I told him I’d forgotten about it and had some things on my calendar, but I’d see what I could do.  I wish I’d saved that exchange because I think he called me a chicken or questioned my ability to manage my schedule.  Either way, I felt challenged and decided to clear my way to be at Northwood Church’s Turbo Training for church planters the next day.

There’s no way to succinctly share all that I heard during that training, but when I look back on it, I know that was the day I decided to become a Commoner.  Steve and Joy had shared with us back in December how they’d begun telling others, “We’re going to plant a church in Fort Worth unless the Lord stops us.”  Without even consciously thinking about it, I told a good friend after Turbo training, “I am going to keep walking forward in this church planting adventure unless the Lord stops me!”  As soon as the words came out of my mouth and recognized their correlation to The Bezners own mantra, I was fairly certain there would be no stopping.

In April 2010, right after Easter, Thomas and Kimberly Law opened their home to our core group for a Wednesday evening home group Bible study.  I’ll never forget knocking on that door that first night and being welcomed by both Joy and Kimberly.  The community I’d been longing for suddenly had its arms around me in a very literal way.  It looked nothing like I expected it to when I’d prayed, but I recognized it nonetheless.

I am so blessed by the men, women, and children who call themselves Commoners.  They are teachers and social workers and business men and builders and doctors and musicians and salesmen, each one deeply committed to using his or her gifts to bless others and point them to Jesus.  Each and every week I get to see Ephesians 3:10 played out in big and small ways, “God’s purpose in all this was to use the church to display his wisdom in its rich variety to all the unseen rulers and authorities in the heavenly places.”