I remember sitting heartbroken in a church service the week after my mom had died suddenly, at the age of 64. I was 41 years old. Pam and I had been attending the church for a year, and had been teaching a Sunday school class for several months. But I realized that not one person in the congregation even knew that my mom had died. 

In the New Testament we read about the way the early church lived—dependent on one another in a way that’s difficult for American Christians to imagine. What holds us back from living this way?

We know that community is a vital idea for us as God’s people. But how do we make the most of it? How do we tell if we’re experiencing the fullness of fellowship the way God designed it?