I see my life in large chunks. Like chapters in a book? No, more like individual books that stand on their own. This last chapter of this last book started back one night when the announcement came that our pastor would be moving. Without re-hashing many a blog entry, let’s just say I’m quite involved with my little church and moving a pastor and then receiving the new one is both unsettling and exciting. My sister Jennifer happened to be visiting from out of town that night and I still have this empty feeling inside from having to go back and put on a face when I really just wanted to yell and cry.
But, now, my head is clear. This past spring and summer I had eight weeks of vacation. The first week I spent getting the old Pastor out; the second, getting the new Pastor in. I went to my beloved Abilene, Kansas three times; once with my dad, once with Annette and one more time with Russ. And, then, I did some a little bit of nothin’.
What to write about? I still got nothin’! I’ve been going through many of these old blog entries and categorizing them, so it’s been inspiring to read them and reflect on a time when I had something to say. Annette has been begging me to start writing again, so this entry is, in large part, for her. After all, is that so tough, for a guy to write something because his wife asks him to? I don’t think so.
Our new pastor is closer to Emily in age than to me. When he came, his first sermon was on vision. (That’s what Christians get when they shut up and listen.) I had a vision too when he arrived. My vision was of me taking a step back. If our little church is going to grow, it’s time for some youngin’s to do it.
Maybe I’ll write a book. Or an article. Or a blog series. Stay tuned.