The Sweet Dropper

Much of my week is spent addressing problems, listening and talking to people, directing traffic and preparing to preach and teach. I have a front-row seat to individual problems and our shortcomings as a church. Sometimes it all gets me down. Thanksgiving has come along at just the right time and made me think about the mercies of God to me. I ought to share some of those thoughts with you.

I am thankful for First Presbyterian Church–a congregation…

• which loves the Word of God and values sound doctrine and expository preaching,
• which has such a keen interest in blessing the whole world with the good news of Jesus Christ,
• which is willing to let its leaders lead,
• which is willing to let its leaders alter vehicles of ministry without too much fuss,
• which has so many people who regularly remind me that they are praying for me,
• which weeps with those who weep and rejoices with those who rejoice,
• which expresses its love for little ones and our community through its children’s ministry, Preschool, and Presbyterian Day School,
• whose deacons work really hard,
• whose elders genuinely want to see people converted and nurtured in the Christian faith,
• which pays me generously so that I can preach, lead and serve without worrying about how to make ends meet, and
• which doesn’t mind having fun along the way.

I am thankful to God that you let me be your pastor.