I lost a hero today. In the past couple of weeks the internet has exploded with grief over lost controversial figures and then poured out remembrances of great entertainers. Today I lost a hero of mine.Continue reading “The passing of a great mentor”
I have no sense of imagination. I will miss Eugene Peterson.
Peterson saw pastors moving from church to church, often in exhaustion, and identified the problem—a sense of pastor as program director for a church that often viewed the gospel as a way to success, or at least avoidance of suffering. His answer was a paradigm shift, but not the kind found in ministry self-help bestsellers.
“The paradigm shift is not accomplished by a change of schedule, attending a ministry workshop, or getting fitted in a new suit of spiritual disciplines—although any or all of these might be useful,” he wrote. “It is the imagination that must shift, the huge interior of our lives that determines the angle and scope of our vocation. A long, prayerful soak in the biblical imaginations of Ezekiel and St. John, those antitheses to flat-earth programmatics, is a place to start.” From this article.
I have mentioned the project I am on currently. The Lord has me working my way through Acts again, jotting notes on what I have learned in life and ministry and study over 30 years of this wonderful journey through the Bible.
Acts has had such significance in my life in leading me in ministry and life decisions. What I didn’t realize was that the Lord was leading me into this project to speak to me about Acts and my life yet again. Continue reading “The profound joy of being IN the Word”
When we began this journey away from Heights Church and ministry in the Twin Cities, I thought about Paul’s journey to Troas in Acts 16. Initially, I thought the journey to Troas would include the move to Alabama. A few weeks ago the Lord let me know the journey to Troas was the four months of preparation for this move. The move to Alabama is the next step. Continue reading “Day One”
We are now down to TWO DAYS before movers show up and haul out the last of our worldly possessions.
Tomorrow… Sunday… I get the privilege of preaching one last time at Heights Church.
I have talked about how I have loved the city where I was able to live the past 20 years. But to pastor this church for almost 20 years… I need a book to explain how I love this church! The change that has happened in that time period… and all that is possible in the days ahead as they ready a transition to their next pastor… my heart is full.
All that God has done in the lives of these incredible people, and what that will mean in Columbia Heights for years to come, creates thankfulness in my heart.
Thank you, Heights Church.
There is one couple who has been a constant in ministry my whole adult life in training for ministry and then ministry. As we have our “last suppers” with friends here in Minnesota, we said goodbye to my spiritual father. Continue reading “In the presence of spiritual giants”