I’d almost forgotten about love.
I’m trying a new church, and today they talked about love. That’s to be expected at church. But somehow, it felt new again, because I had almost forgotten it.
Since moving here I’ve learned a different kind of love, one that is more action-based and practical, and that is good. Very good.
But what I miss is community love. Saginaw, Michigan, the town where I’m from, was once again named one of the top ten most dangerous cities in the United States. While the city itself doesn’t have a lot going for it, I know that if I am ever in need, I can return to Saginaw and be enveloped in love. Between my high school friends, family, friends of the family, and teachers, I always feel a community of caring around me. Even strangers are friendly, because the Midwest is wonderful like that.
It’s likely that I’m seeing things through the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, but one love I know is real, that I miss, is the love of my family, both immediate and extended. We do the best we can with Skype, but I do look forward to the day when they’re a phone call or a quick plane ride away. But for now I’m thankful I at least have my niece Layla putting her mouth on the screen to give me kisses. That’s the best.
I don’t want to sound ungrateful or unhappy, because I’m not at all. I have love in my life; and it is beautiful and rich. It’s just not all nearby, or in one community. So I guess at this point I’m just being greedy, because I want it all. I want to live in a global society where I travel and move, but I also want the benefits of a life-long, loving community. Is it possible to have both?