Recently, a conversation with my apartment-mates dragged a long-forgotten song to the forefront of my mind--a Sunday school memory, childish and uncomplicated. With almost alarming accuracy, I began to sing "Jesus the Soccer Star", complete with the dance motions I'd been taught many years prior. I didn't think this was a strange memory. My apartment-mates did.
I've been pulling my cousin Ethan into adventures with our tribe all summer. We've been to a tribal picnic, a language class, a regional museum; we've made plans to attend Dee-ni' Day, an annual social gathering in the fall.