After 30 years of full-time ministry, I didn’t think I would be a solo pastor; in fact, quite the opposite. I thought I would have a medium-sized church with multiple staff. Covid blew that out of the water when 1/3 of our church disappeared, and 1/3 of it moved out of state. We are just now getting close to pre-covid numbers.
Through this, God has shown me that He knows what is best for me, and it didn’t align with my desires. I had succumbed to the pastoral temptation of wanting a large, successful church, and He has shown me that having a thriving church full of life is much more satisfying.
In addition, he has given our church a facility in a community that appreciates our renovation of a property that had been in decline for decades. I’ve lost count of how many people from our tiny little community have visited a church service, and many have become members.
Trusting that God knows what is best is a process, but I am loving going through it. So when I have to make coffee for Sunday mornings or drag my aching knees up the stairs to lead youth group, there is a smile on my face because I am at the point where I wouldn’t want it any other way.





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