I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
Anyone reading this who is not a part of the congregation I pastor please excuse. This one is personal.
On this last day of the liturgical year (and the Sunday after the Session approved the budget) I am overcome.
On this Sunday last year I was on the verge of retiring. You were being so supportive of me. I was tired. I was all but defeated. I was convinced that my presence was a net loss to you.
There are many, many better organizers out there and you needed to regroup.
There are incalculably better preachers in great numbers and you needed to hear the Word of the Lord.
There are many better counselors.
More effective prophets.
Younger and more creative guides.
Stronger and more talented pastors, in droves.
I don’t even know how to do PowerPoint presentations.
And you needed one of them.
I was convinced.
One Wednesday night in Bible Study we were talking about these things and I said something unplanned.
“I don’t think God can find anyone who loves you more than I do.”
After all these decades of studying and praying and preaching and teaching, well, just duh.
But seriously. Who woulda thunk it?
What a tremendous year we’ve had.
It is testimony, to me at least, in the greatest way I can imagine, about that one thing that is the most important thing.
“For God so loved the world…” Right?
“The greatest of these is love.” Right?
“Let us love one another…” Right?
Those hordes of talented men and women who are aching to pastor a powerful church like you are just going to have to wait their turn.
We are going to go off the deep end for Jesus this year and I ain’t about to miss the fun.