I get discouraged with being part of a tiny meeting that’s pretty set in its ways. Any hope of working in the community was answered by “we are too small.” My meeting knows the life details, my kids names and birthdates. But my ecumenical groups know my theology, my spiritual struggles, what brings me to tears, what scripture is most meaningful to me, how I try to live my faith, why I’m mostly hopeful, how I know God.
