And it can’t be found on facebook, or instagram, or twitter, or even in a post by your favorite blogger. (Well, maybe sometimes there. But not as often as I’d like.)
Because community—the rich kind, the transforming kind, the valuable and difficult kind—doesn’t happen in partial truths and well-edited photo collections on Instagram. Community happens when we hear each other’s actual voices, when we enter one another’s actual homes, with actual messes, around actual tables telling stories that ramble on beyond 140 pithy characters.