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.
