Coming home is always bittersweet. Leaving a place and people you love; returning to the reunions of a place and people you love. It is rich and wonderful.
Last night I sat in the pews of our historic sanctuary as the Advent Vespers service provided a space for reflection, prayer and worship. All around me were people I love. A church family is what we call it. People who have known me for many years and people who I am just coming to know. There is history here and there is new life here. I am so grateful for this gift. To have been a disciple seeking when I arrived through those old doors a long time ago…and today to be a pastor who shepherds and serves in the midst. God planted me here and I have grown here.
We are all on a journey and we are taking it together. Not perfect; simply committed to one another and to God. A community of faith. The body of Christ. I am forever grateful for this gift. Where is God planting you?