I have two brothers and one sister.
This means a lot of things. It means I shared a room growing up. With my sister. Who happens to be 10 years younger than I am. It means my brothers shared a room too. It means we fought over the toy in the cereal box and learned to work out a system for who got it when. It means we had someone to sit next to on the bus and someone to punch in the arm on the way home from the stop. It means we had no excuse to be bored growing up (according to my parents) and were forced to hang out with each other. It means a loud home, a crazy dinner table, awesome celebrations and more laughter than I could express.
I always feel bad when I meet someone who doesn’t have a single sibling.
I wonder, how did they cope growing up? What on earth did they do? Does this mean they never endured their mattress being stolen in the middle of the night? Did they ever have an egg cracked over their head? A pie shoved in their face?
I have said it before and I will say it again, I’d take a bullet for my brothers and my sister. I love them differently than I love anyone else. It is a fierce, loyal, soil-like love. Dirty, messy, something we work at…. but worth the growth that comes from such a cultivation.
I’ve been thinking a lot about biblical community and what it is perhaps missing today. And you know, I think it should probably look a lot like siblings growing up together.
It’s not always fun to have a brother or sister up in your grill but it is beneficial. There is an open dialogue that exists, an accountability, a safe place to debate, a shoulder to help you move into your new place or cry on.
You have lively discussion over dinner and wordless conversations over breakfast.
You share dances at each of your weddings and a joint rejoicing when your babies are born.
There is an unspoken covenant between siblings. A friendship that is relational. A learning that is connected. A purpose that is generational. A tree that you each call your home. You share a bloodline, a history and the future.
I have to wonder what would happen if we stopped approaching our Christian communities as a to-do on the weekly calendar and started living and loving like brothers and sisters every day?
“The way we know we’ve been transferred from death to life
is that we love our brothers and sisters.”
I don’t know much but I have a feeling this would radically change things.