Deb and I lived on Okinawa for 3 1/2 years, living in a small village for most of that time. Different languages, customs, dress, food, values, etc. We were always â€œgaijinâ€â€“foreigners, outsiders, no matter how much we made friends, no matter how well we fit in. It was not our true home, it wasnâ€™t where we belonged if you will.
If/when another American came by, even if they werenâ€™t from Altruria Street in South Buffalo, it was like finding an old family friendâ€“someone you had an instant connection and familial feeling for, and they for you.
That connection, that feeling of kinship, that desire to encourage and help one another, that feeling of finding someone from â€œhomeâ€â€“that is something like how we might act/see ourselves/feel when we meet with other believers, anytime, anywhere.
In that framework, we would want to know what has brought us here, what God is doing in and through us, how we might help each other, what are our strugglesâ€“all without being divisively interested in determining first what precise flavor of Christian we are.
What do you think about Art’s description?