I have been working on a book chronicling my journey; as part of that book I have been including many of my blog posts. As I began reading the latter part of my book (the blog posts), I begin to think "boy, I am one boring guy..." But, as I have said before in an earlier blog post, what is average and mundane to most people can be a significant event for a stroke survivor. Going to a Christmas concert is not an event to write home to mom about...unless you have survived a near fatal stroke and should be dead. In that case, going to a Christmas concert is a big deal. But, if you have been a little bored to a stupor over some of my blog posts, it is just because at the time it is such a big deal; but in retrospect, some of them were not "blogworthy" events.
A few years ago I was presented with the opportunity to come back to Stratford, Iowa, to First Baptist church, as their pastor; for those of you who have followed this blog for some time, FBC in Stratford was my first pastorate. Let's just say I prayed about it as I was jumping at the opportunity. The church has a parsonage, so I could live there and not have to worry about a houe payment; and I needed to slow down, and this was a part time position (which, as a side note, allowed for me to get a greater disability from the VA than when I was working full time with St. Croix Hospice...) We love Stratford, and absolutely love the church; the people are wonderful and accepted us, again, with open arms. This was, for me, the perfect position: I get to pastor a church I LOVE, I get to do life with people I LOVE, and I have already had the opportunity to do weddings and baptism services for kids (adults now) that I have known their entire lives. IT IS GREAT. The longer I have been here,