I’m b-a-a-a-a-ck! You missed me I know. While I did not go on vacation, I did take a day away (more like a night) from Spencer. I am not asking for sympathy, believe me, but it was needed. I have been blessed with a gentle (but sometimes firm) wife who understands the demands placed upon my time as a pastor. For almost 40 years (June 16) we have been married and ministering together. While the past year or so has been fun as I have watched God do some amazing things in our church family, I am ashamed to admit I have allowed my marriage to take a back seat from time to time. I’m not proud of that…AT ALL. Combine that with family stuff; work-related garbage (hers); a renovation project at the church that lasted all last summer; more family stuff; and it sort of “just happened.” We have been, for way too long, like ships passing in the night.
God has been blessing the church I pastor abundantly. You can see the renovation project on the church web site if you haven’t already seen it. We started working toward that in the Fall of 2011 and watched it come to fruition in the Summer of 2012. Since then it has been a wild ride. AND I AM NOT COMPLAINING. God has blessed us in countless ways.
Paying cash for the renovation.
Hiring Ryan as our full-time youth pastor. (Something we had been working and praying for close to 2 years).
Watching a newly renovated facility become full (which requires talk of two services and/or a new building).
Reveling in new people attending, and older attendees becoming more active and more excited.
Meeting with members of the Building Team to put together a Master Plan for our 5 acre campus.
Mentoring and spending time with Ryan, as well as others.
Studying, reading, counseling, preaching, teaching, etc. (All part of the job so I am not complaining).
Trying to coordinate everything with a very efficient secretary (whose efficiency will put me to shame).
But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the one person who means more to me on earth than anyone else. The woman who goes to work at the BMV (yeah the person you love to hate); puts up with more c**p than any one person ought to; all to make sure we have insurance (especially pricey since we are “old”). I am also ashamed to admit that getting away was not my idea…it was hers…said in a text of her frustration with me and my lack of time.
Nothing meaty in today’s text, just a warning/encouragement. Take time for each other. Don’t allow yourselves to get “lost.” If you are a pastor’s family, MAKE TIME. Encourage your pastor to make time. We are not (in spite of what we think) invulnerable. And you don’t have to be a pastor’s family to heed this message.