Home is quiet today reading all done
chicken in crockpot
lunch with friend in an hour
there is restlessness
I know pickleball mahjong lunches will get old
what am I (still) passionate about?
No desire to be docent
volunteer at gardens (done that disliked it)
hospital volunteer (done that too)
babysit (mixed bag)
stock food pantry
march as Keith does
I sense church is still where I am led
or is it just my comfort zone?
Keith asks are you sorry you retired
my answer is no
not even ready to volunteer as short-term interim.
Actually church isn't comfort zone anymore
have trouble remembering names
my singing voice declining
difficulty seeing words in dim sanctuary
theological lectures
not even comfortable in Sunday school.
Months ago I told other ordained Cheryl at Massey’s
I want to be for a pastor
what she has been for me: friend
someone to talk things through
someone to fill in when I was sick or gone
I knew she could do anything in church and do it well.
I can see I will not be these things where I am
but
I also need want crave well-played hymns music
it’s how I worship
oh the music at Pittsboro is sublime.
Listen to this craziness
I could worship sing at 9 a.m. main service
visit around at 11 a.m. churches
especially struggling little ones
disrespected at charge conferences
God is still here!
might be interesting.
Or not.
Dear Jesus would you like to weigh in?
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