picnic and painting

i can't explain the community we share at Epic.
people we've known for years.
people that came to the first service.
people that we met at the picnic.
it's best if i describe...

one picnic blanket spread out.
the next blanket touches it. then the next.
it becomes a patchwork quilt of blankets and sheets.
watermelon is passed around.
frisbees are tossed. lemonade is poured for another.
the picnic vibe rivals that of a family reunion...
conversation chatter constant.

it feels like family. like home.

then small groups make it all the more communal.
we reach beyond encouragement and Bible study into the city.
we pick up a paint brush, a roller.

we serve our city together.
and have the time of our lives doing so.