Its funny how our view of the word changes. Today I saw a kid walking up the hill towards my old elementary school with a bag of what I assume is candy from the local corner store. I was momentarily teleported back to the feeling I had in making the same journey countless times in my oh so innocent youth. I was on my way to get a doughnut and coffee loaded with sugar from TH’s so I can’t say my choice of breakfast is all that much more healthy after all these years, but I realized my view of my childhood home is now framed by a black and brown strip of road squeezed between mounting snow piles. I can not remember with absolute clarity how my world appeared to me in my former years, but it seems to me it used to have much wider horizons even if it occupied a much smaller square footage.
It frightens me to think that other areas of my world seem to be shrinking too, not just my immediate surroundings. I love being the Pastor of a church plant because I really do believe the future is so incredibly wide open. But even as I say that I realize I so often limit myself and my church by my own experience. Sometimes I feel somehow unable to peer over the snow banks of the paths I am so familiar with traveling.
I am going to go check out a site called creative worship. Another Pastor recommended it to me as a means to finding a new worship styles that will still feel safe to staunch old Lutherans yet still stretch them in new directions and put us on the road to renewing our sense of worship.
We’ll see how it goes. Love ya kids!
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Hi Tim. I found your blog today. I really liked the dog story. How did he get inside though?
Congratulations on the engagement.
Pretty exciting.
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