“ . . . confronted with the possibility of genuine community, people become fascinated, captivated, entranced. That’s because we humans know that living as isolated individuals or families is not how it’s meant to be.’”
(Brandon McGinley, “Small Acts of Grace: Building Urban Community in Pittsburgh,” Plough Quarterly, Winter 2020)

A few individuals may feel called to the path of the desert mystic. Most of us, however, are community creatures, compelled to gather in groups of one sort or another.

Some groups are decidedly unhealthy: criminal gangs, ethnic groups bent on destruction of other groups, drug cartels, and the like. If we lack the nurture of healthy groups, we may search for it in unhealthy ones.

Community in developed countries needs repair. We have substituted politics for care, group drunkenness for sharing over a meal, rants of hatred instead of listening to each other.

What’s the antidote? Probably no one answer suits the need for community among disparate individuals: introverts and extroverts, doers and thinkers, political and apolitical.

But each of us can seek out healthy group interaction. The article writer wrote of several families in Pittsburgh who moved into the same community, voluntarily, to be close to each other. It’s not a communal type of living, but rather for them “a rebirth of community-based Christian witness for decades and generations to come.”

They comfort when a an expectant mother suffers a miscarriage. They care for each others’ children. They share smaller gifts: walking to each other’s house for cookouts or birthday celebrations, or a game of cards. In the author’s words, they are “simply living as genuine friends.”