The first time we took the boys down to the Fox Hole to see where we would be gathering, E’s reaction was fantastic: “COOL! We can play foosball at church!?! We can play ping pong at church!?! And we can have a dance party on that stage!!!” And then he turned and saw the big screen TV and multiple gaming consoles and he looked at me and said, “Can we even play video games at church?” I said yes… to everything but the video games, of course. And we may or may not have had a dance party that very morning.
We love the Fox Hole. It’s comfortable, open, and welcoming with old couches and round tables and plenty of space where we envision great conversations happening with great people. There’s room for playing, for sharing, for music and for coffee. (All important things in my mind at least.) It’s lived in and just grimy enough when you really stop to look around. I like that. That feels real. And there are even treasures like old wobbly lamps and lonely socks and rolls of toilet paper under the coffee table.
So right now, “church” looks like conversations, coffee and cinnamon rolls, playing, families, getting comfortable on old nappy couches, sitting around round tables, being together, prayer. We’ve heard that planting a church is “creating church where it doesn’t exist.” So obviously this is much more than simply the room, and especially more than the routines or rituals that are perhaps expected with the standard weekly church *service* rhythm. It is the formation of community preceding the typical look of doing church.
Fantastic.
One Sunday with some dreaming and planning. Oh and BYO Dutch Bros.
Yes, he's part of the package. Maybe even the best part.
The room for the dance party/church gathering.
C & O playing chess. Yep, this is how we roll at "church" 
