My own Community Group is tonight. We're looking at Acts 6:7-7:60; haven't done any prep work yet, but looking forward to taking some time later this morning. Heather and I have made Tuesday lunch a tradition in order to prepare together for our group that night. I truly love our group; the moments when it doesn't feel that way should be good tip-offs that I'm not leaving enough margin in my life and not trusting the Spirit to be the source of my love. In myself alone, I don't have what it takes. That's a grace.
Mustn't forget to write some of the thoughts about praise I've been meaning to flesh out. Also been considering beauty, glory, and how we respond to it. When I wrestle with lofty topics like these, I'm of two minds. Part of me has the excitement and joy of epiphany, of getting something I hadn't yet put my finger on, as well as the accompanying pride of feeling I've made those thoughts more coherent and communicable. The other part feels like a chimpanzee on a Smith-Corona—I may be having a good time, but I can't possibly be close to the mark or generate anything beyond gibberish.