It’s no secret Mormons are great when it comes to rolling up our sleeves and helping. Our yellow vests and humanitarian aid trucks are known worldwide. In our wards many of us know the tender care of being loved through hard times. There are things we might miss the boat on, things that are hard reconcile sometimes, but there is little doubt when it comes to lifting where you stand, we rock.
The thing is, as the world gets smaller, the notion of where we actually ‘stand’ to do our lifting is also broadening. The community of Saints ready to lift with us was once our own neighborhood, our ward— and while a great deal of the love still comes via that conduit, I think the idea of a community of Saints is shifting, opening, walls are thinning and vistas are opening up.
Last spring, as I was finishing up my undergrad (thank you, fMh Scholarship!) I received an awesome letter informing me I had been accepted into a grad program in Washington DC. This was my first choice, long-shot application, and that I got in was one of the greatest moments in my life. Then reality crashed hard: I’m a single mother with three kids, living in Washington state. How the crap am I going to DO this?
My ward stepped in to help with packing and nearly insurmountable task of organizing a trans-continental move with three kids. This was the first line of community, and it was beautiful.
The online community of Saints picked up the brigade from my ward. BCC emeriti Mark Brown flew to Washington State, and drove the moving truck across the continent to Northern Virginia. He allowed me the grace of flying back with my three children instead of stuffing them in a moving truck for five days. In July. (You know what he asked me for? Tangerines, bottled water and some trail mix. Seriously.) It’s just a given that I will never, ever be able to send him enough baked goods to pay him back. But I will try.
In Virginia, before Mark and the truck even arrived (a story which I wish we had live-blogged because it’s a doozy!) there were folks from other online LDS forums, texting and messaging for directions, waiting to help lift. (Folks, I kid you not, DKL showed up at my new place to help unload my moving truck.) That’s sainthood right there.
In that sprit, we’re going to be live-blogging the newest BCC adventure: BCC Roadtrip with Mark Brown and BHodges.
This weekend, Mark is again putting on his superhero cape (with every fiber of my being I know he has one, and that it’s yellow), and he’s driving back the other direction, as BHodges and his family relocate from the DC area to the west. This sort of fellowship gives whole new meaning to calling on the Elders to help with a move. I love the shifting boundaries and softening of lines on what it means to belong to each other, and how lifting where you stand can truly reach people beyond where you ever thought you could.
I’m totally looking forward to reading about their adventure. In the sprit of road-trips and zion, if you have stories of how your community of Saints has broadened from your ward, share!