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The Longing for Belonging: A Soul’s Cry for Community

  From the beginning of time, humanity was made for  togetherness . Before we could speak, before cities rose, before the age of screens and schedules, our souls hungered for belonging. The first family—Adam and Eve—lived in harmony with God and each other. The Garden of Eden was not a solitary paradise but a community of divine relationship. To be human is to be woven into a tapestry of connection, a thread in the vast fabric of life. Yet, somewhere along the way, modern life taught us to settle for loneliness wrapped in convenience. We learned to value independence over intimacy, speed over stillness, productivity over presence. But deep inside, the ache remains *A Wound That Calls for Healing* Loneliness is a spiritual wound. The psalmist cries out, “I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop” (Psalm 102:7). Even the ancient writers understood the profound pain of isolation. When we feel unseen or unknown, it is not just an emotional discomfort—it is a hunger of the soul. T...

Belonging : The Communion of The Village

  Before language wrapped itself around thought, before stars were mapped and stories recorded, a divine whisper hovered in the stillness of existence: You were made for communion. Not productivity. Not prestige. Not even progress. But presence—shared, sacred, and simple. In the beginning, there was God. Not alone, but communal. Father, Son, and Spirit—eternally entwined in the mystery of mutual delight. And from that holy oneness, we were fashioned—not as isolated beings, but as echoes of this divine togetherness. The fingerprints of the Trinity are pressed into our souls, and our hearts are restless until they find that reflection mirrored in another’s eyes. Eden was not a solo stage, but a sanctuary of relationships: God walking with humankind in the cool of the day, Adam reaching toward Eve, the earth offering itself as a friend to the feet. Every element of paradise pulsed with connection. Even in perfection, solitude was “not good.” This tells us something vital: we were made...