History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every shakable thing has got to be shaken. In a sense, nothing is ever lost, and we compacted together forever, even by our failures, our regrets, and our longings.
My vision of the gathered church that had come to me after I became the janitor had been replaced by a vision of the gathered community. What I saw now was the community imperfect and irresolute but held together by the frayed and always fraying, incomplete and yet-ever-holding bonds of the various sorts of affection. There had maybe never been anybody who had not been loved by somebody, who had been loved by somebody else, and so on and on. If you could go back to the story of Uncle Ive and Verna Shoals, you would find, certainly before and maybe after, somebody who loved them both. It was a community always disappointed in itself, disappointing its members, always trying to contain its divisions and gentle its meanness, always failing and yet always preserving a sort of will toward goodwill. I knew that, in the midst of ignorance and error, this was a membership; it was membership of Port William and of no other place on earth. My vision gathered the community as it has never been and never will be gathered in this world of time, for the community must always be marred by members who are indifferent or against it, who are nonetheless its members and maybe nonetheless essential to it. And yet I saw them all as somehow perfected, beyond time, by one anothers love, compassion, and forgiveness, as it is said we may be perfected by grace.
And so there we all were on a little wave of time lifting up to eternity, and none of us ever in time would know what to make of it. How could we? It is a mystery, for we are eternal beings living in time. Did I ever think that anybody would understand it? Yes. Once. I thought that I would finally understand it.
Wendell Berry. Jayber Crow. New York: Counterpoint, 2000. 204-5.
it is with these words in mind that i post a link to my flickr slideshow of gb 06.
it is with a deep sense of gratitude to those present that i post these pictures. for those captured in a click and for those the click didn't reach. for those of us who felt deeply connected to one another. for those of us who felt on the edge of things. for those of us who felt loved. for those of us who felt unlovable. for those of us living with longing. for those of us pondering belonging. for those of us who feel members. for those of us who feel marred. for those of us with secrets. for those of us with revelation. for those of us who feel indifferent. for those of us who feel indignant. for those of us who feel faithful. for those of us who feel frayed.
thank you to you, for being there, or for being here and reading this... amidst our curious membership of this unlikely and unique thing of gathered community.
we are connected, and the threads are tangled in a web.
...we are compacted together forever, even by our failures, our regrets, and our longings...
g. xo