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A Community of Soul Friends

Posted on March 16, 2026 by Tara Owens

by Jeremy Frye

Soul friendship can become an echo of that same rhythm—a space of belonging where what has been torn apart begins slowly to be re-woven.

About a year after I moved to Nashville, one of my closest friends—someone I had known for nearly 20 years—was involved in an accident that resulted in a traumatic brain injury. I spent most of the next 45 days in the hospital with him. His wife and I took turns sitting with him in the Neuro ICU, watching his intracranial pressure continue to rise even after a partial craniectomy. At one point, we met with both the palliative care doctor and the organ donation team because it didn’t look like he was going to survive the night.

Everything else in my life went on hold. By the time I came home each evening, I was physically and emotionally exhausted, unable to tend even to the ordinary responsibilities of daily life. It was a dark season. A heavy season. We didn’t know if he would live. I kept thinking about his four boys and the possibility that they might grow up without their dad. And even if he did survive, the road ahead would be long. The friend I had known for 20 years might never quite be the same.

It was too much for one soul to carry.

But as I look back now, I see clearly that I was never carrying it alone.

Friends stepped in to support me in ways both practical and tender. People brought meals to my family. Others sent money to help cover the cost of the constant driving back and forth to the hospital. One friend even paid their lawn service to take care of my yard. Some called just to check in—sometimes to listen while I wept, sometimes to offer a few minutes of distraction. One friend asked if I wanted to go to a soccer match, just a few hours to step away from the hospital and breathe, to feel normal again.

In their own quiet ways, they held my grief with me. In the midst of having nothing left to give, my community gathered around me and held me up. I would not have made it through that season without them, and I remain deeply grateful for each one.

That experience has stayed with me—not only because of the crisis itself, but because of the friendship that sustained me through it. It reminded me of something simple and profound: there comes a point in every journey when we reach the limits of what we can carry on our own.

There is a point in every journey—whether of faith, friendship, or healing—when we come to the end of our own strength. We’ve read the books, prayed the prayers, done the work. But something in us knows we cannot go much further on our own. Not because we have failed, but because we were never meant to walk alone.

Soul friendship is deeply personal, but it is not private. The presence we offer to another becomes a gift not only to them, but to ourselves, to the community, and—somehow—to the world.

This is why the Irish monastics never sought solitude as an end in itself. Even the desert hermits eventually came together to share their burdens, confess their sins, pray, sing, and break bread. They understood something we often forget: we are not whole without one another.

Yet we live in a culture that prizes independence above almost everything else. We are taught to manage our own lives, carry our own burdens, and solve our own problems. But the way of Jesus points us in a different direction. Writing to the Galatians, the apostle Paul says, “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.”

Not fix.
Not rescue.
Simply carry.

Walk with one another. Share the weight. Hold the corner of the mat.

That is soul friendship.

And when it takes root within small, committed circles of people, it becomes more than comfort. It becomes a quiet force of renewal.

Think of the friends who have stood beside you when life came undone. The ones who showed up—not with solutions, but with presence. The ones who continued loving you even when you had nothing to offer. Or perhaps you have had the privilege of holding someone else in the same way.

Moments like these rarely make headlines. They are almost always unseen and uncelebrated. But they are holy. They are where community is born.

The rhythm of Jubilee in the sacred calendar reminds us that restoration is always communal. In the fiftieth year, debts were released, land was returned, and those who had been pushed to the margins were brought back into the center of belonging. Jubilee was never an individual reward; it was a shared renewal. The whole community participated in healing. The circle widened. The story began again.

Soul friendship can become a small echo of that same rhythm—a space of belonging where what has been torn apart begins slowly to be re-woven.

It is not flashy.
It does not scale easily.
But it is one of the ways the kingdom of God takes root in the world.

Slowly.
Locally.
Through friendship.

So what might it look like to nurture a small circle of soul friends?

It could be as simple as reaching out to two or three people you already trust and saying, “Can we walk together in this way? Can we hold space for one another—not only when life becomes difficult, but as a rhythm of life?”

You do not need a program.

Only a shared commitment to presence.

Maybe it begins with a monthly meal, or a walk together, or a lingering conversation over coffee. Perhaps you create a simple rhythm of checking in with one another: What feels heavy right now? What has brought you life? Where have you noticed God? In my home we ask, “What was your rose, your thorn, and your bud?” (Something beautiful, something hard, something you are looking forward to).

Or maybe the first step is simply naming the desire: I don’t want to live alone in this way anymore. Would you walk with me?

You were not made to live this life alone.

The work of healing is too heavy for one set of hands. But when we carry one another’s burdens, something shifts. The weight becomes lighter. The road becomes bearable. And the gospel begins to take root—not as an idea, but as a way of life lived together.

This week, consider who you might invite into deeper friendship. Not for advice. Not for accountability. Simply for presence.

Who are the two or three people who could become companions along the road?

Reach out.
Begin small.
Create a rhythm.

Let your soul friendship become the seed of something that grows.

Because community rarely appears by accident. It is formed slowly, through ordinary acts of love, when people say yes to one another again and again.

And in that quiet yes, the world begins to mend.

Resisting the Powers that Fragment

Posted on February 11, 2026February 11, 2026 by Jeremy Frye

by Jeremy Frye

The work of repair does not begin with systems. It begins with people who are awake.

Every winter, two of my dearest friends and I make the same mini pilgrimage together. We leave behind our calendars, our screens, and the low hum of the obligations that fill our ordinary days, and we travel to my family’s cabin for a short getaway. There, nestled in the stillness of trees and time that doesn’t demand anything from us, we reclaim something that often slips through our fingers in the pace of daily life: attention.

We watch old movies. One of our traditions is that each of us brings a film the other two haven’t seen—something we love and want to share. Sharing stories we love with people who will understand why they matter to us. We linger over meals. We talk about the things that have shaped us, the hurts that haven’t healed, and the hopes we don’t often name out loud. We laugh more than usual. Sometimes we cry. But more than anything, we are present to one another.

We see each other regularly in our everyday lives, but this time is different. It is marked by intention. We have chosen to step away from the noise—not only the noise of devices and news, but the quieter noise inside us: the pressure to be useful, to be efficient, to keep up. For a couple of days, we lay all of that down. Not to escape life, but to remember what it feels like to live it wholly.

Over time, I’ve come to realize that this weekend functions like a kind of trumpet blast. Not loud or jarring, but unmistakable. It calls me back to myself. Back to friendship. Back to the truth that life is meant to be shared, not managed. It wakes me up to how fragmented my days often become—and how easily I accept that fragmentation as normal.

We live under powerful forces that pull us apart. They fragment our attention, our relationships, and even our sense of self. These powers are not always obvious. Often, they present themselves as progress, efficiency, or success. They tell us that faster is better, bigger is wiser, and that worth can be measured by output or consumption. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, they train us to live divided lives—present nowhere for very long.

The Feast of Trumpets was meant to interrupt that kind of drift. A blast of sound rang out over the community, calling God’s people to attention. It was a wake-up call—an invitation to stop, to remember who they were, and to prepare their hearts for what was coming next. It reminded them that they belonged first to God, not to the surrounding powers or rhythms of the world.

We need that kind of interruption, too. Because we are constantly surrounded by forces—systems, corporations, technologies, programs—that promise connection, progress, and ease, but often leave us more distracted and divided. These forces aren’t always malicious. Some are even well-intentioned. But they are too large, too fast, too impersonal to hold what is tender and true. Whether it’s a global brand, a bureaucratic agency, or a religious program, they tend to prioritize efficiency over presence, control over care. They cannot do the slow, relational work of healing. That work happens in smaller spaces—around tables, in conversations, through friendship. The trumpet blast reminds us to wake up to these forces, not with fear, but with clarity. And to choose a different way.

These small acts refuse the lie that our value lies in what we produce or consume.

The work of repair does not begin with systems. It begins with people who are awake. People who notice what is pulling them apart. People who choose, again and again, to live differently—more attentively, more locally, more faithfully.

Soul friendship is one of those choices. In a fragmented world, simply being present to another person is a form of resistance. Listening without distraction. Sharing life without agenda. Walking alongside someone without trying to fix or optimize them. These small acts refuse the lie that our value lies in what we produce or consume. They create spaces of wholeness in the midst of a fractured culture. In a world where people are seen as audiences, consumers, or followers, soul friendship restores the dignity of being seen and known.

The Feast of Trumpets was a call to remember—to wake up from forgetfulness and return to what matters most. In the same way, we need practices that disrupt the numbness of modern life. We need reminders that the gospel is not primarily about building impressive structures or sustaining large programs, but about small, faithful communities embodying love in tangible ways.

So what might resistance look like for us? It might be as simple as turning off the noise—stepping away from the endless scroll and choosing to be fully present with the person in front of you. It might be investing more deeply in just a few relationships, rather than spreading yourself so thin that nothing has time to grow roots. It might mean choosing simplicity in a culture that constantly urges excess.

The blast of the trumpet was meant to cut through the ordinary noise and reorient God’s people toward what was true. Perhaps we need our own trumpet blasts—not dramatic or performative, but intentional pauses. Chosen interruptions. Moments when we step out of the rush and remember who we are, and who we belong to.

This week, consider what powers may be fragmenting your life right now. What is pulling your attention away from God, from your neighbors, from your own soul? Then take one small step toward resistance. Turn off what distracts. Say no to what drains. Say yes to what is small and faithful.

Because the world does not need louder noise or bigger systems. It needs people who are awake—people willing to resist fragmentation with the quiet, steady work of presence, friendship, and love. Sometimes the trumpet sounds not from a mountaintop, but from a friend’s voice, calling us back to what matters most.

Soul Friendship and the Sacred Rhythm of God’s Time

Posted on December 19, 2025February 11, 2026 by Jeremy Frye

by Jeremy Frye

The sacred rhythm of God’s time is not meant to burden us with more obligations.

For the last four years, I have lived across the street from someone who has become one of my dearest friends. I have had the privilege of meeting three of his four children within hours of their birth. We have shared meals, watched each other’s children, taken each other out for birthdays, introduced one another to books and movies we love, and walked with each other through joy and sorrow.

This summer, he and his family moved down the street. They aren’t far—I can walk to their new house in about five minutes; I’ve timed it. And yet our street is feeling the ache of their departure. One of the things I have been most grateful for over these years is the gift of their presence—not abstract presence, but real, tangible presence. The kind that happens on front lawns and sidewalks. The kind that lingers.

Nearly every day, I could look out my window and see neighbors gathered in their yard—parents talking while children played, conversations sparked simply because someone was outside and available. That unhurried presence has done more to knit our neighborhood together than any organized effort ever could. They didn’t set out to build community. They simply walked out the front door and paid attention.

The other person in our neighborhood who has this innate ability is my own son. From the time we moved to Nashville when he was four years old, he would sit in our front yard and ask to pet every dog that walked by. And so he came to know their owners. I can’t count how many times I’ve met someone new in the neighborhood only to hear, “Oh, I know your son—I met him one day when I was walking my dog.” Presence, it turns out, is contagious. And it is how places become home.

We live, however, in a world ruled by the clock. Time is measured in deadlines, productivity, and efficiency. Days blur together, one rushing into the next, and we are left feeling fragmented and exhausted. In this rhythm, relationships suffer. Friendship becomes something we try to fit in, rather than something we shape our lives around.

But God’s time does not work that way. The sacred rhythms given in Scripture—Sabbath, feasts, seasons of rest and rejoicing—were meant to pull God’s people out of the tyranny of endless doing and back into the grace of being. They remind us that time is not simply something to manage or consume, but something to receive.

The Feast of Weeks, Shavuot, embodies this truth beautifully. Fifty days after Passover and the first fruits of spring, the people gathered to offer the early summer harvest with gratitude and to remember the gift of Torah—the shaping of a people in covenant with God and with one another. It was a feast of shared presence. A reminder that community, like the land, must be tended over time. That faithfulness unfolds slowly.

There is another feast that deepens this rhythm even further. At Christmas, we remember that God did not remain distant or abstract, but entered time itself. The eternal Word took on flesh and moved into the neighborhood. God chose proximity. Vulnerability. Presence.

Christmas and its twelve-day feast are not simply a celebration of God coming into the world; they are a declaration of how God comes—quietly, locally, relationally. The One who gave sacred rhythms steps fully inside them. God joins us in the ordinary texture of human life: family, place, hunger, rest, companionship. The Incarnation is the ultimate act of soul friendship.

This is the heart of sacred time. Grace—the kind that heals and sustains—does not grow in isolation. It takes root in shared life. We were never meant to carry the weight of existence alone. Healing, strength, and joy emerge when we slow down enough to be present to one another, when we choose to dwell rather than rush, when we allow our lives to overlap in meaningful ways. This kind of grace cannot be manufactured or forced. It is received. And it grows best at a human pace.

When we align our lives with God’s time, we begin to notice one another again. We make room for listening, for meals, for silence, for joy. Our relationships become more connected, more resilient. Soul friendship is no longer squeezed into the margins of our lives, but becomes one of the ways we recognize God’s presence among us.

The sacred rhythm of God’s time is not meant to burden us with more obligations. It is meant to free us—from the lie that time is scarce, from the pressure to prove our worth through productivity, from the assumption that bigger is always better. It teaches us that there is enough when we live attentively, that abundance often looks like shared life rather than accumulation.

What might this look like for us now? It doesn’t need to be elaborate. It could be lighting a candle at dinner and letting the meal linger. It could be walking your street without headphones and noticing who is there. It could be setting aside time to listen—to God, to your own soul, to the people you love. It might be choosing presence over efficiency, attention over achievement.

Soul friendship cannot be rushed. It grows in rhythms of rest, gratitude, and intentional presence. It takes time. And that time, when received rather than consumed, becomes holy.

As this season unfolds, consider what sacred rhythm might already be waiting beneath the surface of your days. Where are you rushing past the presence of God? Who have you been too busy to see? What might change if you trusted that time itself is a gift?

Because this is what Christmas ultimately tells us: love comes close. God chooses nearness. And the kingdom of God takes root not in spectacle or speed, but in the slow, faithful presence of lives shared together.