Saturday night I stood near the bedside of Don Fremming. Don ended his long battle with cancer and his wife Jackie, their daughter and some close friends gathered around his bed and prayed and sang songs and rejoiced. Don was a servant—he mowed the large acreage of our church property for over a decade until his health faded. His life group was a close knit family and they were the picture of Christian community. They were a life group long before we had life groups. They lived in Christian community and as he went home he was surrounded by Christian community. It makes me think about who will I be surrounded by?