Where I live in Texas, there are two dominant decorating motifs: every house either has a wall covered with ornamental crosses or a wall with large words spelling out some sort of creed for their home. Perhaps you’ve seen some of these, ranging from heartwarming to cheesy, on display as a celebration of marriage, kids, or family.

I’ve yet to see a large script decal with an uplifting mantra for singleness or a vision statement for roommates. And that’s not really a surprise, we often assume that a home of mission and purpose comes after you start a family, not before. These years tend to get categorized or sidelined as preparation for a next step.

A few years ago, single and in my late 20s, I became convicted of the potential and value of my current living situation— the year-to-year leases, the assemblage of housemates, our mismatch of dishes and furniture. God wanted me, and wants all of us, to live with purpose and mission now.

Afraid that I might let this time pass by in either purposeless and vanity or in begrudging selfishness, I created a creed for my single years. It’s three-fold: my housemates are my primary binding relationships; my home is my primary place of ministry; my house is a place of peace.

My housemates are my primary binding relationships

Culture would have us believe the single years are meant to be a time of freedom and unattachment, for living alone or dating around. The Bible prescribes for believers a better way though. All through the New Testament, Jesus and the Apostles are teaching the early Christians how to close the gaps that exist between one another, and between God and them. Our aim should be to bind ourselves to one another for the good of one ...

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