April 22 is “Earth Day,” so as always, the whole world celebrates my birthday.
But this year I turned the big “6.0.” So I’m reflecting on life more than usual. I’m grateful for your birthday wishes, but what I’m most grateful for is life itself.
I was born on a Tuesday, four weeks (to the day) after the March on Montgomery arrived on the capital steps led by Martin Luther King, Jr. I once went to visit that spot where MLK made his speech, “How Long? Not Long,” exactly 60 years (and 4 weeks) ago. I went just after Obama became president, pondering how far we’ve come in one lifetime. Of course, in some ways we’ve regressed since then, but I am still hopeful.
Soon I will be finishing 36 years of pastoral ministry, having served 8 churches (all of whom grew spiritually and 6 of whom grew numerically while I was there, and 5 of whom are still “United,” I’m happy to say). I’ve done 86 weddings, 168 funerals, 364 baptisms, and exactly 500 professions of faith. I kept record of each and every name.
But I’m not retiring. I’m redirecting my ministry because I really need to be more available to attend to my elderly Dad, help my daughter raise our new grandchild, and care for my wife in this new season. I look forward to the adventure of being a chaplain at Fair Haven and, on the side, launching “Soul Studio,” a ministry of writing, music, and spiritual formation.
The Holy Spirit never quits, I love to say. I am being called to a new adventure, for a new season of life, and for a new period of history.
The best is yet to come.