We arrived at Ngatiawa in the middle of a minor deluge. Ngatiawa is a “River Monastery“, and river it was. A culvert was blocked, and the tributary creek that runs down to the Ngatiawa River overran the road and was making a mess of it. We worked to sandbag the road and cut a diversion back to the flowing side of the culvert. I had not met the bulk of the people, yet we worked as if we knew each other well. Shoulders touching, directions given directly and taken gracefully. All this reminded me of Jesus and the community that gathers and trusts around Christ. Although we do not know each other truly, we trust that we are all known by Christ and, in…

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