For us, Commons Church began as a resting place. Last November, I was wrapping up a two-year stint of tough youth ministry. Our marriage was six months old and we were exhausted from a lifestyle of service that was stretching us thin and weary of a lack of genuine, uplifting, church-centered relationships. Commons Church, of course, met our needs and it didn’t take long for us to limber up and naturally begin serving again.
I (Luke), for one, have been involved in small (an arbitrary term, admittedly) churches my whole life. It’s never been my intention but it’s how things always turn out. Commons Church is the one I’ve seen most content with its identity, albeit an evolving one. This body is content with its size, with hopes to grow, but not pressure. The parts of this body are similar: with hopes to be like Christ, but without judgment or admonishment.
There is variety, fluidity, and commonality in this church. Most importantly, there is an abundance of grace. That grace, I think, is rooted in its identity. Before any of us are “-ists” under any “-isms,” we’re simply self-proclaimed commoners. We’re just people. And that’s why Catelyn and I have stuck around. We like people.
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