First the important stuff…an update on Lucy from yesterday’s post.
I told you wrong. I misunderstood what they were going to do. They did not take skin from her thigh. They took it from inside her cheek and also from beside her tonsils. (Does that not give you the chills just thinking about it?) Her mom texted me and said she was doing well, drinking and eating yogurt. The doctor, who has done the other two surgeries (she also had one to fix her lip in China), was guardedly optimistic. He was real optimistic the other two so I can certainly understand his “guard” this time. Please keep praying for Lucy, Reed and Amy. Thanks.
Back in the 60s, my favorite singer/group was Tommy James and the Shondells. I don’t expect many of you to know much about them, except maybe a song or two that has been covered by someone else. They had a song called Smokey Roads that I will link to at the end. It was a haunting song about going back to where you grew up and finding things not as you once knew. I have been there. Pretty sure most of you have as well. A house. A neighborhood. A venue. A school. A church. Going back is not always what it is cracked up to be.
This past weekend, Jo and I made our way back to Sandusky, Ohio, where I pastored a church from November 2000 to November 2005. It had its ups and downs as all churches do. Church growth is often measured by attendance. If that is the case, I was a loser with a capital “L.” My first year we lost 25 people. No…not to me being there but to jobs moving out of town and people going where there were jobs. The next year we only lost 8 (for the same reason). I jokingly said, “Least we stopped the hemorrhaging. The blood loss is a mere trickle now.” 🙂 I had to joke or I would have cried…big tears. It is hard to lose that many people when you started with 140! But, in spite of the downs, there were also some ups, and some good ministry and friendships were developed. In that way, I cannot agree with what Tommy James sang. Jo & I had a blast visiting, laughing, eating, reminiscing, preaching (me), and…(did I say eating?) Many fond memories came flooding back. Funerals. Weddings. Tears. Laughter. Joking. And some seriously nice people who always made some awesomely good food. Notice a trend here? 😀 Things seem to be going well for them, and I am glad. I served as a transition pastor for them…from someone who had been there for 13 years to the two who followed me (one died of a heart attack within a year of going there). I am happy they were able to celebrate 100 years.
BUT. I. AM. GLAD. TO. BE. BACK. HOME. TO. OVCF!
It takes going away for some to remember what they have. That is how I feel today, although I am a little road-weary. (You can translate that however you want). 🙂 But I wonder…have you ever gone back and found things different…good or bad? I’d love to hear your story.
Sorry: the song is supposed to have the lyrics but it doesn’t. 🙁
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