Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Confronted by Community

Welcome to L’Abri. The floors squeak and the walls are thin. Opening a window is loud. Opening a door is loud. Closing doors and windows is loud. Everything is loud. No action is quiet or discrete or private. If you choose to live here, you have chosen to live in community; there’s no getting around it. “No man is an island.” You may be able to choose at times how much you wish to be immersed (for example, most of the people in the house have gone out for the evening and I am taking advantage of the silence to write out these thoughts), but even so, every action I choose to make affects another and likewise I too am constantly affected by the actions and choices of others.

I was studying yesterday afternoon (we all study in/near the library during the day) and got up to close the window. It creaked and banged. It was loud. The guy sitting next to me was giving me a hard time: ‘Shhh! I’m trying to study.’ I smiled and said, ‘There’s no such thing as being discrete at L’Abri. You’re forced to be in community.’ ‘You’re forced to be honest,’ he replied. As I sat down I thought for a moment and whispered, ‘Same thing.’

I just finished reading a book by Luke Johnson called, Faith’s Freedom, which honestly wasn’t that great; however, he does make some great points about the role of community in the exercising of our faith. He speaks of God as “Other,” the Transcendent One who is other than every created thing. Other people are also “other” and God uses the otherness of both people and himself to invade our lives, causing us to step out of ourselves and our projects/plans/goals and make room for others’ projects/plans/goals. Johnson writes, “… Other breaks the plane of everyday life, shatters the veneer of predictability, and challenges the presumption of human control” (53).

I’ve been confronted by community before and I was forced to learn things about myself and about life, but this time I think I’m ready to be a bit more intentional about how I live my life within the context of community – a bit less scared to be honest, imperfect, ontological, a bit less scared to be. I’m practicing apologizing. I’m working on being OK with learning by trial and error. (How else do you learn? I know…) That is to say, realizing how silly it is to think I ought to be able to do things I’ve never done before perfectly – working so much in the kitchen is helping me here. Cooking is also helping me to expand my creativity, learning to take creative risks and make mistakes.

Believe it or not, I have made (so far) chocolate-chunk cookies, homemade bread (oven-baked, no bread-maker), and cream spinach soup, all from scratch, and people not only ate them, they liked them! Actually, I was only supposed to be stirring the soup when the person who was really creating it said to me, ‘Have a taste and see what needs to be added.’ As I looked over at her with uncertain eyes that said, ‘You obviously don’t know how little exposure to the creative side of cooking I have,’ I replied, ‘I’m pretty good at stirring, but I’d better leave the taste-testing to you.’ She looked right back at me, smiling and completely un-phased by my self-doubt and said, ‘Nope. You’re in charge of the soup right now.’ I just continued looking at her. Not missing a beat, she almost sings, ‘You can do it; just play with it.’ I thought to myself, ‘She’s calling me out of my perfectionistic, non-risk-taking self and into risk and creativity, ontology and play.’ Well, there’s just no arguing with such a call and I wasn’t about to refuse it, so I took the spoon from her hand, took a deep breath, and tasted the soup to, ‘see what needs to be added,’ as if I could even tell the difference between the spices on the counter. Nonetheless, I carefully lifted each spice to my nose and after having another taste decided to add more nutmeg. I stirred in the reddish powder and took another taste – delicious! How ‘bout that.

This experience with the soup reminded me of a discussion we had earlier in the week during lecture. We all had read the first chapter of A Disciplined Heart by Caroline J. Simon. The book pursues the ideas and connections between love, destiny and imagination. The first chapter sets everything up by providing definitions for the language Simon uses for the rest of her book; about love and imagination she writes:

In order to explore the distinction between love and love’s counterfeits, I will call the insight that is central to love imagination, and the illusions projected by love’s counterfeits fiction-making. This is a technical usage, which differs somewhat from the way these terms are ordinarily used. In ordinary usage both terms have to do with “making things up.” What my special use of them is intended to highlight is roughly the contrast between seeing what may not yet wholly exist, but should (imagination), and seeming to see either what should not and will not exist or what does or will exist, but should not (fiction-making). (14, bolding emphasis mine)

And about imagination and destiny: “Imagination is the capacity to see what may not yet appear but should. Imagination, then, when directed toward persons, amounts to insight into someone’s destiny” (16). So what’s my point? Well, I’m not trying to say that I think it’s my destiny to become a fabulous chef and master of the culinary arts (no comments from the peanut gallery, if you please), but I am happy about becoming a bit more familiar with the kitchen because I do hope cooking for my family is a part of my “destiny.” And the workers and helpers and students at L’Abri are, in Simon’s language, using their imaginations to encourage me in friendly love towards becoming who I should be (both in and out of the kitchen). Hooray for fellowship and ontology!


Karice Ledford said...

Renea - I am so proud of you... I am so thankful that you arrived safe and that you are using that wonderful brain of yours!! I LOVE your brain!! :) I am so proud you took-up the spoon and tried it...as I was reading I knew it would be wonderful! I have faith in you girl!! :) I expect some wonderful soup when you return home...I love you very much and you are in my prayers. !!

Ryan & Crystal said...

Thanks for sharing! We'd like some soup too please. I'll give you our address if you need. We're praying for you Renea.

christina said...

wow- you only used the term: ontology three times. i am impressed! haha. i also guess that i should refrain from any comments on the cooking thing because i think i belong to that peanut gallery. but i am proud of you! i am also glad that God has put you in a place where you can learn to fight for community- that is so good to learn while you're young (i am discovering in my old age-haha!). that book sounds amazing- bring it home, i want to read it. ;) oh, and i sent you something you are going to LOVE (i hope). miss you!

valerie said...


Yeah, the soup rocked.

dad said...

[Random Ramblings]

Dad: Ewww, cream spinach soup! Eat green stuff? No way!
Nea: No soup for you!

From out of the woods down by the creek we hear solder #1 say, “Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?”

“…’and challenges the presumption of human control’…” Silly humans… silly, silly humans.

[/Random Ramblings]

Love, hugs and kisses.

Anonymous said...

Wonder where this really smart kid got her smarts? Not Mom, that's for sure. Ok, probably Dad. Oh right...the heavenly Dad! I'm proud of you! I miss you! But, am totally sure that you are where God wants you to be this season in your life. Unlike your Father, I can't wait to eat your soup and bread. Bring the recipes home. Love you much! Mom

Aften said...

Hey! It's great to hear about the soup - I know that's something I learned to make in Scotland. It tastes good, but can make you smell really bad - just be warned!

Love ya,

ashley said...

Hey Renea!! I love reading about what's going on. It sounds like you're learning so much there in Switzerland. Enjoy it and have fun! I look forward to your next blog! :)

-Ashley Truckey

Staci said...

Renea, I love you and I miss you terribly. However, I almost feel like you're here when I read your blog, because you write just like you talk. :) Thank you for making me use my mind--even when you're oceans away. I'll be praying for you. I'm proud of you. I'm excited to continue hearing what the Lord is doing in you.

FordeFam said...

Wow! This is really neat! I love what you said about cooking! Hahaha! I must be a little like you when it comes to cooking! I am finally learning what to do with new things too! :) It's fun, as I'm learning! I think you hit the risk thing right on the head! :) We so often sell ourselves short by doing the same things over and over again! :) Hope you're day is great! ;) Come visit our blog! :) Blessings, Maia ><>

dad said...