community living and campfires

Last year we purchased a small trailor home at LC. We did this after renting cabins there for the last 8 yrs or so. We have found that the practice of living in community is alive and well at this campground. We share meals together, help eachother with projects, share campfires, go to the store for eachother, and just chat endlessly. Last saturday, 25-30 people all pooled our food and had a delicious meal of kewpie burgers (an old mr fables staple) and many dishes to pass. These impromptu meal gatherings happen often.
In the evening there are various campfire gatherings in the campground, the people-mix gives these various campfires their own personalitys. On this night there is the teenage campfire, the lotsa cussing campfire, the light drinking quiet fire, and various other variations of campfires.
Inevitably as it gets late the conversation often turns to God stuff (especially if its a one on one that includes me). The man who owns and runs the campground has been burned by Christians, burned by the super religious especially of a certain denomination, (or the CR's) as he calls them, who watch the campground through their telescopes across the lake and then leave nasty notes on his door about what they saw going on. These clowns give the church a bad name.
So we talk about the Jesus who preached to the religious of his day, how they were the target of his teaching, and how Jesus was accused of hanging at the wrong campfires of His day. This friend, like many others, believes and knows what the cross means. He is just dissillusioned by what he has seen practiced in God's name.
The walls we have built around ourselves crack and break away slowly in these conversations.
May we as followers of Christ reflect His true nature in our neighborhoods,in our homes, and at our campfires.