Thank God for Tupperware. That's not supposed to be sacrilegious in the least. Let me explain.
Exactly one week ago I hosted a Tupperware party. Remember those fantastic events that your mother took you to as a child? Wonderful afternoons of playing with the neighbour kid and eating loads of cheese and crackers and handfuls of squares. Well, I guess it was inevitable that I too should some day grow up and have my own Tupperware party. (There was only one wee one in attendance at my party however.)
The reason I say 'thank God for Tupperware' is not because of the durable product, the great warranty, or even the free stuff I got from hosting. You see, the thing about hosting such a party is one require people to attend such a party. And frankly, I often feel very alone and without community after nearly a year in my current locale. Now, looking back at last Friday, I realize that I do indeed have community. It's not necessarily what I intended it to look like, and there are still missing pieces, but that doesn't make it any less of a community.
And that is one blessing I've counted every day this past week.