Sunday, October 30, 2011

A Good Day, But A Hard Day


My time at Pecan Grove ended well.  It was a long interim, lasting almost 20 months, but quite gratifying.  The church called a new pastor and we left back in January.  The hardest part in the entire interim was saying good bye.  I shared with them at our last service together, that I would not return to fill the pulpit or speak with individual church members for about a year.  I wanted them to have a good chance to bond with their new pastor.  I also shared with them that I wouldn’t be coming back to perform any funerals or weddings.  Mrs. Clark, an octogenarian that had served well on the Transition Team said “You mean if I die in the next year you wouldn’t do my funeral?”  I had to tell her no, I would not.  On our final Sunday, they thanked me and had a farewell reception.   It was a good day, but a hard day. 

A few weeks before we left, I was at a retreat with several other Intentional Interim ministers and got to know one gentleman who has served eight churches as an intentional interim pastor.  I mentioned to him that our time of service at Pecan Grove Baptist was nearing an end and decided to call upon his experience leaving these churches.  I asked him about strategies for leaving a church cleanly while minimizing the pain of saying good-bye (both to me and to them).  He paused just a second and smiled.  “O, you can’t minimize the pain.  It ALWAYS hurts when you leave” he gently said.

And he was right.  I shared with the church in my final message that my time of service with them had been THE most rewarding service of ministry in my entire life.  And I meant it.  They had called a wonderful pastor and have a very bright future.  And after the thank you notes and gift cards, they presented me with their favorite gift of a lasting memory:

A Pecan tree.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Living with Diabetes


Skeeter now is indistinguishable from her other 13 year old peers.  Only a few differences mark her from her friends.  She can’t stay up as late at sleepovers as she would like, because she has to get up no later than 9:00 to check her blood sugar level.  She also has to do a finger stick during half-time of her soccer games.

She can’t pig out on pizza and has to stay away from non-diet soft drinks (I’m not sure either of those things are bad).

She has to be a little more deliberate with her meal choices and MUST eat a snack at appropriate times during the day.

Sometimes we get on to her and she blames "The Diabetes" (for inappropriate things like "Mom, my room is a mess because I have diabetes", etc).  This is mostly done in jest.


But she’s adjusted far better than her mom and I ever dreamed she would.


Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Green as a Cabbage Patch!

I came across a great article by Dr. Bill Leonard from Wake Forest who wrote about his first pastorate in a rural New England church.  It reminded me a lot of Lone Oak Baptist.  Enjoy!