One of my favorite things to do as a child was skipping rocks across a pond. To get a good result you had to find the right rock, get low, and throw it just right. This is how I’m viewing pastoral ministry during the CoVid-19 pandemic.
It’s Wednesday, time for random thoughts.
Thursday morning we decided to get out as a family before the day’s heat hit the mid-90’s and head to Historic Smithville Park.
It’s Wednesday, time for some random thoughts.
Yesterday was the last of the four Sunday’s I had off in a row. It’s the longest I’ve gone between sermons since 2001, so in a way it was much like a mini-sabbatical. I more ways, it was not. This was the strangest vacation I’ve ever had.
The other night, in the midst of a spat of thunderstorms, my older son came back from playing drums and said, “Dad, look outside.”
