A Day in the Life

I try to not get too personal on the old blogosphere. I truthfully find the rampant self-revelation that goes on on the internet a tad bit narcissistic. However, I am a pastor and we are veritable connoisseurs of narcissism. So, I will indulge myself this time. I want to tell you about my day. I woke up, got out of bed, dragged the comb across my head. O.k., I'm sorry, I had to push the Beatles reference a little. Anyway, I went to work today and seemed to be busy from the get go. I did something that I rarely do. I closed my office door to pray before worship (I always pray - I rarely close the door). I just had a real need to pray. Of course, within a few minutes there was a knock on the door. It was my youth director. There was an issue with a young man who is a friend of one of our youth. I went downstairs and attended to the young man. By then, it was almost time for worship, so I scrambled to get my things together, and headed for the sanctuary. After worship, I got to spend time with a variety of people talking about all kinds of different things, some of the issues were deeply personal, some just your run of the mill friendly conversation. By lunch time, I was already exhausted. I spent a few hours in the office catching up on paper work (I always seem to be behind). And then we had an important meeting at church at 5:00 p.m. I am proud of my church. After years of struggling with our finances, we approved a package that will help us to move forward in ministry. It is an exciting time to be the pastor at Light of the Canyon. After the meeting, I met with the NAMI class (National Alliance on Mental Illness) that meets at our church, and spoke with them. They received me very warmly and I am very happy that they meet at our church. Finally, I came home to Cindy and Corran, always a wonderful thing. As I reflected on my day, I was struck by the ups and downs, the different experiences, the whole meaning of it all. And then I realized, it was a good day. And I have a good life. I get to talk to people about the love of God, I get to help them deal with both joy and grief, I get to preach (I love preaching). I shuffle papers around, I make phone calls, I plan, I dream, I hope and I pray. I am a rich man, maybe not Dinald Trump rich, but rich in a fiscally challenged kind of way. And I thank God. That's really all I wanted to say tonight. Thank you for reading. God bless you.