Gazing at the irony
Pastoring is a 24/7 gig. This doesn’t always mean that you’re constantly being called for things, but it does mean that your mind/heart never stop pondering the state of the congregation you’ve been called to.
We sometimes allow ourselves to hold on to the false notion that the “early church” was pristine and that all its theology was settled. The impulse this false notion leads to, especially among low-church folks like us Baptists, is that if we could only get back to the early church all of our problems would go away. But it’s a lie.
I got to teach a continuing education tract at the ABCUSA Biennial. I have a few reflections on the experience.
Sometimes you just need to share a reflection with the world. A recent memorial service was one of those times.
This has been a tough week. I’ve been a pastor for 18 years, and in that time I’ve dealt with a lot of death. It kinda comes with the calling. This week has been different.
Central Baptist has been blessed to have one of the most lovely people I’ve ever met in our fellowship. Peg Horton is sweet, joyous, and deep. She’ll regularly ask me Biblical Studies questions that make me do research, and giggle like a little kid on Christmas when she sees something funny.
My theology of worship is mystical. I can’t count the number of times I’ve mentioned it at Central over the years, but my theology is supported by the very space in which our community worships. Central’s stained glass is filled with images from the book of Revelation
