I’m not ok, and a good number of folks need someone to say that so they know they’re not alone.
I feel “meh” this Christmas. Two years of Covid, no one over, family health issues, ever increasing derranged thinking by folks, and watching injustice “win” in so many ways has taken its toll. I know, in so many ways, I have things really good—close friends, a loving community, Jen is doing OK, and our needs…
Tuesday I had a rather random thought. Running a table top role playing game holds a lot of similarities with pastoring.
John 13:5-16 is a passage, I feel, which is healthy for pastors to be a bit uncomfortable preaching.
There are seasons in life where our emotions become a jumble, and we feel as though we are being tossed around in violent rapids–drowning for want of breath.
One of the things I’ve discovered over the years is the call to pastoring means spending a great deal of time in the maelstrom we call, “grief.”