Together in love

When I think of the early days of my faith, I remember the formalness of it all – the suit-and-tie men, the pleated-skirt ladies with heels, and the prim and proper children we all were. There were “yessirs” and “no, ma’ams” and enough “please” and “thank yous” to last a lifetime. It was the rhythm of my community of faith, and it became a foundation I carry with gratitude to this day.
Through the years, I have been reminded that community is more than formality – it’s fellowship. It shows up in the simplest ways: small groups meeting in living rooms, and missions where strangers became friends. There have been old-fashioned homecomings, with tables spread with food and tailgates that became playgrounds for children enjoying the meal. In these moments, the heart of community reveals itself – not in ceremony or ritual, but in shared time, laughter, and care.
I have had the joy of seeing churches come together with family and friends to share a meal. People from every walk of life – different races, ages, and backgrounds – came together, and in that room, we were one. Laughter bounced off the walls, stories were shared across tables, and the aroma of food mingled with the warmth of connection. For a moment, the labels that often divide us – rich or poor, young or old, seasoned in faith or just beginning – faded, and we were simply a community, bound together by belief and love.
It reminded me of the community Jesus gathered. He didn’t confine Himself to temples or always speak before crowds. He walked among ordinary people, calling disciples in everyday places – Nathanael from under a fig tree (John 1:43–51), Matthew from a tax collector’s table (Luke 5:27–28), and Peter, James, and John from their fishing boats (Matthew 4:18–22). Sometimes He sat on the beach with His friends, sharing breakfast of fish around a fire (John 21:1–14). Jesus built a fellowship that thrived on shared life, not just ritual.
Like that breakfast on the beach, our shared meals and time together follow His example. Community isn’t found in fancy settings or perfect plans – it’s found in ordinary moments and in simply being present with one another. And as Hebrews reminds us, we are called to encourage one another and not give up meeting together.
There is something sacred in sharing a table, a conversation, or even a quiet moment with friends who walk the path of faith alongside us. Fellowship isn’t about being perfect or having all the answers. It’s about showing up, paying attention, laughing, and caring for one another. In these small, ordinary acts, God’s love becomes real, and His kingdom quietly grows.
If you have ever longed for a sense of belonging or wondered where you might fit in, know that there is always a place for you. Join a small group, attend a homecoming meal, volunteer for a mission, or simply sit at the table with those around you. As we share meals, conversation, and time together, we carry one another’s burdens, encourage one another, and reflect Christ’s love in ordinary moments. Even in a world filled with screens and distractions, these small acts of presence make a lasting difference. Together, in shared life and love, we become a living reflection of His community, where faith is nurtured, hearts are warmed, and friendships endure.
Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people Acts 2:46–47.

Cheryl Mixon-Cruce is Pastor of Ochlockonee Bay United Methodist Church and Sopchoppy United Methodist Church.