A wiser person than myself told me once: “To be in community is to be known.”
This has become my latest truism. I have come to realize recently that I am truly blessed to have the opportunity to be “known” as I am in this community. I adore being surrounded by people who care about and love me truly.
Of course, being “known” can have its drawbacks. It can mean that no matter how hard or how many times you try to hide yourself away, someone is going to come looking for you to make sure you’re not alone. Because that someone noticed you looked like something was wrong when they saw you in the dinner line that evening. And no matter how much you tell them to leave you alone they won’t let up until you give in, breaking down that wall you’ve been trying to build up.
Let me just say that walls don’t last very long within community, no matter how long you’ve worked on them and how tall and wide they are; if you are truly to live communally and be “known,” that wall is coming down fast and hard.
And then again being “known” can mean that when you most need to feed off of another human being’s warmth and love all you have to do is lift your head and look slightly to the left. . . .
Living as we do, no matter how alone I can feel at times, I know that all I have to do is glance up from my computer and see my gift from God in the form of one of my greatest friends and know that she’s got my back and she’s not about to let me crawl into a hole. And I think that’s probably my favorite thing about being “known.”