from Freedom in Fatherhood to Reality in Reverend
It has been longer than I can admit since I last posted on this blog. Last time I posted, Madeline was non-mobile, Micah never talked back and drank from a sippy cup, and I was eager to begin a new work with Lindsay at Harbert Community Church. It was indeed a quiet but exciting time. Today, I am in our almost settled office, fully installed as co-pastor, facing my first wedding, and preparing a sermon on the Syro-phoenician woman (Mark 7). I enjoyed the timing of the last post.... There is something about those days when I was an associate with clear responsibilities, expectations of writing, and freedom not to concern with organizational outcomes, financial goals, and the overall organization of the church. The freedom that there was someone else to look to for the final answers (and to blame for the shortcomings) is gone; it is even missed and revered. This new location as co-pastor is daunting more and more each day. I sit here and write a sermon with hopes of the voices in my head...