A Different Street

by Satchel Pooch

So I haven’t written much about church lately.  That’s because I haven’t been since the first week in November.  I thought about going Christmas Eve; I’ve thought about going every Sunday since; but something, mostly my own inertia, has always come up.

Last week I got the news that their pastor, who has been there for 29 years, is resigning effective May.  The amount of confusion and grief that’s going to cause can only be imagined.  Do I want to date a church in transition?  A good question.

Meanwhile, I find myself, as my Floridian friend says, in the wilderness.  I didn’t aim to get here — in fact, I feel like I stood still while the church rushed away from me like a receding tide.   And now that I’m here, it’s not the least bit clear what, if anything, I aim to do about it.

3 Responses to “In the wilderness”

  1. Oh, my dear friend! Welcome to my world!

    The tide rushes out and you find yourself standing on the beach saying “WTF!!???”

    Keep standing right there. Who knows what may happen next???

    ITW

  2. Prayers for you in this time of grief.

    Gordon Atkinson rlp

    gordon123

  3. Thanks, ITW and rlp.

    Satchel

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