Margaritas Are Communion

Last night was one of THOSE nights. I have them often now, more frequently than infrequently. They are these relaxed, fun, laughter filled times. I also have deep, long conversations, the kinds where two friends pull all the wrinkled clothes of their selves out and lay them in the sun to be infused with the sweet smell of spring.

This is the story of how I got a family even though mine didn't know what to do with me.

I spent years as a hesitant, skeptical Christian. I didn't want to have to lie, or claim certainty, or to "fake" it. I tried several different paths. I also should say that my religious upbringing had left me scarred on many levels. As a woman, as a gay rights supporter, as a seeker. I felt that Christianity itself was a jerk factory, let alone churches. My husband and I were both spiritual seekers, attending sweat lodges, praying together, talking often about God and love and what kind of people we were going to be. I missed Jesus. I believed in Him, but I felt there was no way to connect to Him. Fast forward almost six years, and I am part of an active, loving, amazing community of people. Most of us identify as Christian, but some just can't go there yet. That is OK. We are still their church. We talk about whether or not you have to be certain. We practice extensive grace with each other, but we have learned about boundaries too. We can talk things through, even over Facebook. We don't give up on each other. We fail. We forgive. We dance at each other's weddings, shower each other's babies, make soup for receiving family after a funeral, help with the electric bill, offer our hearts to each other, swap seeds, grab coffee, have kids for sleep overs, know each other's families, and basically do life together.

It's what I always thought church should be like.

It hasn;t always been easy, but through this "love learning lab" I have learned how to be in committed relationship. How to love people wo are different, really love them, and how to be loved. How to confront someone gently. How to wait on God, accepting that there are seasons of closeness and seasons of solitude.

One of my closest friends from my "family" says that I never judge her. Because she has NEVER judged me. By the example of these folks I see each week, I have learned graciousness, accountability, and TRUST. I am completely transformed by it.

Last night I sat at a table with around fifteen of these women, eating chips and salsa and drinking margaritas. One of us was facing an impending separation and divorce. One passed the word of her step daughters upcoming birthday party. Many laughed hysterically over Kristen Wiig as Bjork on SNL. We communed. We fellowshipped. We did family.

We did church.

Best Wednesday service I have been to in years.