Seventy-five people from my church convened at an old public school building in the Brookside neighborhood on the near-East side of Indianapolis to wash walls, serve hotdogs, and play basketball with local kids. The building is being repurposed as a classical, Christian school, which hopefully will stimulate community revitalization. We went to clean and feed and redeem, to accomplish something bigger than ourselves.
But something even bigger than that was going on. More than 600 other people from our church were scattered throughout other Indianapolis neighborhoods and non-profit centers, working for God's glory and the good of our city. United in purpose, we divided to cover more ground, to extend the influence.
We were in community, coming from community, going into community. An intricate texture of belonging.
And also excluding.