Small Group
I love my small group. I have to be honest that I haven't always been able to make that statement. Sometimes being in a small group has been a discipline I knew I needed to be faithful to instead of something I looked forward to every week. But for the past 9 months I can say I have honestly looked forward to every Thursday morning.Brooke, Sara, Cindy, and I started meeting at Starbucks in January. We shared our stories. We talked about the "next steps" God was calling us to. Our curriculum for most weeks has simply been the Bible. We read 4-5 chapters on our own each week and come together to talk about them. Usually the discussion begins with Brooke asking a question that launches us into a non-stop conversation. I've loved the topics we've discussed and the rapport we've built. But what I've loved most is the laughter. I'm not sure there's anything I need more from a small group than laughter. And it has been there in abundance with this one...
Like the time Brooke and Sara discovered they both had the same short-person fear...that they wouldn't be able to spin the big wheel on The Price is Right (they are both 5' 0" tall).Or the countless politically incorrect Puerto Rican comments we've made at Sara's expense.
Or today when one group member (who shall remain nameless) said she didn't understand what she had read about the guy named DaJesus. It took a while until I finally figured out it was the Bar-Jesus from Acts 13. But you can't blame the girl. After all, this is Chicago. DaBulls. DaBears. DaJesus.
Now sure, many of these things probably don't seem funny to you, but they still make me laugh when I recall the conversations. Small group should be a place with abundant laughter. The kind of laughter that continues in an uncontainable smile as you drive away from the meeting.
A small group filled with laughter. I think DaJesus would approve. Well, the real Jesus. Not that Bar-Jesus dude. He didn't fare so well.
posted by Tammy @ 9:24 PM
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