Remembering shared life in Isla Vista and Santa Barbara, and the life beneath the meetings.
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When I was young, I spent time among believers in Isla Vista and Santa Barbara. I remember waking to roommates singing. I remember meals with families, prayer before practical conversations, and fellowship that continued in kitchens, cars, parks, and along the beach. The meetings mattered, but life together was happening before anyone arrived at a meeting. Those memories have stayed with me. I know memory can soften the difficult parts of the past, yet I still recognize something real in what we shared. Beneath these memories is one concern: whether we are living from Christ, who is already our life. His life was ours before any meeting began. I want to know Him inwardly, in the quiet where there is nothing to perform, and among people who can be honest and available to one another. I want the church to have room for that life to grow. I am still learning.
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