I might have blogged about this already, but I don’t remember. Regardless, this is going to be a stream of consciousness typing thing, so if I get redundant I apologize.
In August of 2014, I remember being at church and someone was preaching and hearing very clearly in my head “you should not be here”. I don’t know if it was God speaking straight to me or what, but it freaked me out.
I flipped to the back of the notebook I was using to take notes, and tried to figure out what it meant. Was I not supposed to be there that day? Was I not supposed to be at that service? Was I not supposed to be at that church at all?
Again, it freaked me out.
Granted, I had been feeling a bit adrift at my church then. Our senior pastor was on the verge of retirement, and I do not feel that I got much out of his sermons for the last few years he was active. We were blessed to have a regular rotating staff of those that preached, and the one that was preaching that Sunday is one that I used to get so much out of but lately had found that I got nothing. I was tired of stories of his kids, his broken childhood home, and sports. E.v.e.r.y. sermon was comprised of these things.
Slowly, however, the others that preached regularly moved on to other things/places. Leaving us with the one preaching that sunday and the senior pastor.
So now fast forward to today, when the senior pastor has retired.
So guess who the new one is? Continue reading