My wife and I finished up at our beloved church at the end of October, then spent two months in Texas to be near our son and his family. It was a good time. We got to see our 2-year-old granddaughter nearly every day. I was able to do some writing – a novel I have been thinking about for the last few years.
When we left our church, where I have served for 35 years, I was congratulated on my retirement hundreds of times. Again and again and again, I told people, “We are not retiring. We’re just seeing what God has for us next.” Karen and I were completely happy with the idea of being part of a church and helping out in whatever ways we could, though if God directed us into something else, we would be happy about that, too.
While we were in Texas, a denominational official reached out to me to see if I might be interested in being the lead pastor at his home church. I told him that Karen and I would be happy to explore the idea and learn if God might be leading in this direction. We met with a search committee by Zoom and then, when we returned north, met with them in person. We have since met with the board, members of the finance committee, etc.
This weekend, we will meet the church family in a get-to-know-you affair, and on Sunday, I will preach. Afterward, the church family will decide whether or not to call us. If they do, we will be returning to pastoral ministry.
Things have changed since I first started pastoring in the early 1980s. I’m an old dog, and I’m not sure I can learn new tricks. Throw me a bone and I will still chase it. Command me to shake hands, and I’ll lift my paw. But don’t expect me to stand on my back legs and beg.
Karen and I have visited many churches over the past few months: Mennonite, Baptist, Christian Church, Pentecostal, Presbyterian, and more. Since it did not look like we would be in a full-time ministry setting, we thought we would spend some time with our extended Christian family before settling down and finding our niche.
During that time, I’ve seen more than one cool pastor. They dress cool. Their vocabulary is cool. They are not preachers anymore but communicators. But I am a preacher, an expositor. I still wear a blazer on Sundays and parse Greek verbs. I’ve only just learned to use a cell phone, for crying out loud. Will I be able to adapt?
I don’t expect to experience an Eliza Doolittle transformation or want one – at least, not in terms of ministry style. But I want to adapt where adaptation benefits the church and the honor of Christ. To recognize when that is the case requires wisdom, for which I ask God.
If you wouldn’t mind, would you ask God for me as I begin this next adventure? I will be profoundly grateful.
