Last night was our ward’s harvest festival. It’s one of my favorite ward functions because of the sense of community that arises. Costumes lighten the mood, and create easy conversation. The activities are simple but joyful, and it lends it self to much activity and sociality. I’m listening to the book Hannah Coulter. I was touched by the section where she talks about how they would use their free time in the evenings. There was no TV and many didn’t have radios. So they would sit out on their front porches and talk, sometimes it would be so quite you could hear a family talking from their front porch a mile down the road, and sometimes they would even talk back and forth from front porch to front porch. I know this sort of neighborliness still exists in some communities, but I have experienced little of it in the neighborhoods I’ve lived in. Sure I chat with my neighbors from time to time, I consider them friends. But I haven’t done enough to foster a real connection between us.
The harvest festival was followed up my a fifth Sunday combined third hour meeting, and then a potluck, and by chance our friends’ daughter’s baptism. While at first I grumped about the amount of time we’d have to spend at the church. In the end, I found it a complete delight. Its a beautiful thing to be part of such a dynamic community.