Sound sinister at first?  Well, the reality is that the Underground is reality; and it can be a crazy place.  It’s where lives collide, and the scrap metal that we drag around with us is melted down, refined and reshaped into something beautiful.  Sunday morning is like a spark compared to the honest fire that is the Underground.

I have been going to small groups at Common Ground since I came to the church in November 2003, and I have experienced more love, more honesty, more awe and humility, more laughter and excitement, more frustration and fun, in Underground groups than I have often with my closest friends.  In fact, some of the people I’ve been in small group with have become my closest friends.  The kind that aren’t afraid to tell me when I suck but also know how to help me out of a hole.

I’m writing this partially as a sales pitch, to be honest, but it’s like selling an oxygen mask to someone on Mt. Everest.  It’ll help you.  It’s the easiest way to connect and if you absolutely hate it, my e-mail is themattmurphy@gmail.com:  e-mail me.