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July 6, 2006
Not My Life
I got riled up a few days ago about something that really bothers me. Allow me to vent for a moment…

We live like “it’s my life”…as if our lives are our own. Bull.

This is a lie. For starters, as followers of Christ we’re reminded “you are not your own. You were bought at a price…” (1 Co 16:18-19). As a Christian I lay down my life and step into the life God has for me. I become God’s servant – literally a “slave”. My life is His.

But it goes deeper. To say that life is just about “God and me” also misses the truth.

Here it is: Christians are “in Christ” and a part of the Body of Christ – the Church. In a very real sense, our lives belong to one another as fellow parts of the Body – as fellow Christians.

My life is not my own. Your life is not your own. Our lives are NOT OUR OWN.

Yet we Christians so often live separate lives that interact maybe once a week, at best – and that’s with your close friends. A weekend social event or a brief phone call – and we call that “fellowship”. Ridiculous.

For us to really step into life together as a Christian community, I think we’ve got to interact frequently. I mean all the time. When we’re at our best and our very worst. At the height of excitement or the low of depression – we should be interacting and walking life out together. No secrets here. No hidden struggles. No gated communities or towering backyard fences. I’m talking about a transparent life – open for all in your community of believers to see.

I’m all for communal living. Walking out daily life together…in the truest sense. Sign me up.

I’m guessing there won’t be many other takers. Sad.

Okay – so if you know me you’re probably rolling your eyes and wondering when I will point out the obvious. “Hey Andrew – you’ve lived alone for 2 years in a place where you don’t know anyone. Of course you’re hungry for more community. But once you actually had people to interact with weekly, you’d see that is enough.”

Maybe. But I’ve tasted the goodness I’m talking about here. I’ve lived in one house with 50 other people for 9 months – and it was truly the best experience of community I’ve ever known. Granted, it wasn’t true “communal” living – but it came close. It was an intensely authentic expression of community. We experienced life together daily – the highs and the lows. It was oh so good.

The 50 of us were in Heidelberg, Germany in a study abroad program through Pepperdine University. It was a life-changing year. One that wet my appetite for living intentionally in community – and I haven’t been able to satisfy my appetite it since.

So I’ll keep pursuing it.

In the meantime, I’ve setup a new section on this website dedicated to the people I lived with for those 9 months in Heidelberg. The experiences we shared are remembered in video clips and pictures. I’m also listing the latest blog postings from those I spent the year with. Hopefully, in some way this will help keep us connected. It certainly won’t come close to the level of community we walked out together in Heidelberg, but it’s something. (Go to the Heidelberg Section)

If some of what I’ve vented about here connects with you, drop me a line – the Brumme Commune is still accepting applications.