Now, I don't know if that is the correct word or not (this short term memory loss is killing me), but it was a "normal" day because nothing abnormal happened. I went to work, picked up my wife for lunch, took my son to the Dr., went to the hospital to visit a church member...it was really a kinda mundane day...exactly the type of day I have been looking for for 3 months. What stands out about today is that there is nothing that stands out. Every day there seems to be an "aha moment" where I learn what I can or cannot do, or what I should or should not do, or I do something the for the first time. But today was not like that. It was just a normal day. For that, I am thankful.
It has been nearly 6 years since I have updated this blog; my apologies. For those that had been following for some time, since I last posted: I stepped down as Senior Pastor at New Covenant church in Knoxville, I moved to Ankeny, Iowa, started a new ministry with St. Croix hospice as Chaplain. I was chaplain with St. Croix for about 4 1/2 years, then in 2020 I moved back to Stratford to pastor First Baptist church. It was a big change going from chaplain work back to the pastorate. I must confess, when I first came (back) to Stratford I was ready to pastor again! I love preaching; I love the ministry of being a pastor, and I love interacting with people long-term. (Being a chaplain is great, but you only interact with a family for a week or so, for some a little longer, but there was a constant upheaval of people and it was exhausting at times...) But, one thing that I have noticed since my stroke is that I get my feeling hurt easily. For instance, people leave the church all the tim