February 25, 2018

Glimpsing Eternity and Finding the Words to Express That

I remember when I went to the very first church I served as a student pastor.  I was 24, I think.  I was only supposed to serve that tiny two-bit town parish for three months.  Before I got there, I tried to bargain with God about it.  I knew I wasn’t ready.  I’d only had one semester of seminary.  I said, “Okay, I‘ll preach every Sunday, and I will call on the people, and moderate meetings if you want, but under no circumstances allow anyone to die on my watch.  Nobody, period.  I’m just not ready for that.”