Oh the places we traveled; the small tribe of us. Growing up in the suburbs of Grand Rapids, Michigan I was blessed with a dozen or so companions in childhood adventures.
Who knew a refrigerator box would be the vehicular venue through which we could see the world? In those hot sticky days, a few of us would gather inside the box to blast off. A crayon drawn monitor became our “means” of communication to the Earth. The cardboard walls were privy to hours of conversation and giggles. And sometimes; silence.
When our rocket was not destined for take-off, parades took place. Within our community, leadership emerged. Organization took place. Who will lead? How will the event be communicated to our small loyal crowd of families?
I learned much from that tribe. Much like the “Backyardigans,” our play allowed creativity to be unleashed. Visions gave way to projects. Together, we made them happen. Listening, learning, and collaborating. In a way our interactions became a blueprint for thriving in community.
How do you respond to someone with whom you disagree?
What’s the best way to complete a project?
Who are the leaders? Who are the followers?
What do each of us offer?
Play. It is a blessing. In its most pure, unplanned form.
I am thankful planned play dates had not evolved. Learning to live with those put in our midst is called community. Finding our place in one allows us to peer into God’s face. To partake in the beauty of God’s creation.
Community can form in the workplace, standing in line, in church, on a train…
And even in a refrigerator box.
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