I’m a word guy, but I don’t have the words. The love, the joy, the faith, the interconnectedness in Sunday’s worship was indescribably wondrous. Thank you. From the deepest places to the end of our conscious days, gratitude for a day that fulfilled two decades. The music. The sound of a packed house singing out. The relief sculpture of our unrepeatable Sanctuary. The yearbook of overflowing words. The video (oh, my the video). The gift of a trip. You know us so well and poured out such affection. And all of us singing to each other “The Blessing.” Nothing will ever be like this congregation. FPC will always be our home church and we will be your biggest cheerleaders. Much love and thanks dear ones.
Many of you have asked what I will be doing (besides taking that amazing trip to the British Isles). I feel very peaceful that God will bring to us what the next phase of ministry is to be. But first, we will be taking a good breath in the woods. There are long waiting reading projects to get to. From reading comes writing. I know that will happen, but we’re not in a hurry. We’ve got a new grandbaby to greet later this month. We’ve got old friends and family to see. Paths to tend and prayers to say. There’s an Evangelical Presbyterian Church in Brevard we plan to attend and serve in some informal way. We’re keeping our same phone numbers, and the same email for a while. The church office will have our mailing address if you want to drop a line. Meanwhile, Rhonda and I will be praying for you often, always thankful that for 22 years I loved being your pastor.
