frosty

i just read a robert frost poem “reluctance” which was really good, it talked about seasons coming to an end, and how we are reluctant to let seasons (and loves) come to an end – that it is a part of humanity to be reluctant. i thought it was good.

anyways we are heading off for death valley today.
but first we must have a wyldlife event, the first one ever
for RMS. we are really excited and are believing for a lot of kids,
we have invited some and are hoping that God spread the word for us.

lots of craziness.
actually this qtr haas been going really well. i have been busy but nothing like last qtr, i have felt relaxed and at ease. i have also had very few headaches that the LOrd.

lately i have been getting more excited about pastoral ministry again, feeling like it is something i want to master, i mean this is a workmanship/trade kind of way, that i want to be good at it, i want to learn how to be a humble leader, i want to lead/shepherd the body of Christ, be an amazing listener, i want to help inform the church of its history and heritage, help it to understand today and tomorrow, i want to be a part of forming communities, shaping lives, brining justice, doing art, reform ecclesiology and mission, and bring healing. i guess i haven’t experienced any pastors that fit this exact mold, i don’t know what it means to do all this, i don’t even know if it is humanly possible, i want to find out if this is what the spirit can do through me.

i want to do theology.
i want to teach.
i want to create.
i want to love, weep and love more.

show us the way Lord.

we said last night that if Cleveland Heights had an opening for a Friends Church we would go next year and do it. I wonder what God thinks of these silly statements?

Published by Wess

Teacher, author, Quaker, ​and public theologian. He works at Guilford College, enjoys riding his Triumph Bonneville, and listening to music.

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  1. Hey there Wess. I found your blog. Now I can leave all sorts of rude and inappropriate remarks at my whim. Guffaw guffaw.

    Ian

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