It's been way too long since my last post.
Since October 1 I've been on a 3 month Sabbatical, a time of leave my church graciously gives me every seven years. Some might remember my last one in 2010 and the blog "40 Days in a Toyota" as Gail and traversed the vastness of these United States.
Here's what's taken place thus far in this Sabbatical.
1. I realized I had to get away from home to get any real "rest". There are too many projects there. In fact, I bought a new chain saw that I've yet to use. And I know when I get home it will be the annual ritual of bringing down the Christmas decor from the attic...which really needs to be emptied.
2. Two days of fire training in Petersburg, VA. I was fortunate to hear iconic fire chief Alan Brunacini speak at this conference. Look him up. Quite the visionary and leader in the fire service. He died a week later.
3. The annual Federation of Fire Chaplains conference took me to Oklahoma City for a week. There I took training to be a certified instructor for the Federation, a two day class on a subject I can't even pronounce (theodicy), then the three days of training at the conference.
4. From OK City I flew to Colorado Springs and met Gail at the airport. With a rental car, we traveled west to Florissant, nestled in the historic Ute Pass. An old friend from high school days in Alexandria, Amanda and her husband Dave live on a hill top in the Florissant Valley with incredible views of the Rockies, including nearby Pikes Peak. They have a one room cabin on their property, complete with kitchen and bath, where we are staying. It is just what we both needed. We are indebted to this wonderful couple and their dog Earl.
5. While here in CO I have been working on two writing projects that are way overdue. You know how you start things but never finish? One is now finished and I'm praying for a publisher. It tells the story of Nags Head Church and how God allowed us to replant a church that was all but done. The second is a devotional book for teams, especially church staffs taken from Jesus' actions in the Gospel of Mark. It's about how He led without speaking. Maybe I can finish that one before January.
6. Our three weeks in Colorado end Wednesday. We've been able to see old friends, Homer and Mildred Wagoner and Pat Grob (from my youth days in CA), and lots of sights, both natural and man made, such as the Air Force Academy. I could live here. Other than the dryness that turns your nose into a blod clot machine, it's a great, laid back place. And no, I haven't been Rocky Mountain high, other than the drive up Pike's Peak, which was a one and done experience.
7. Had a bit of a bout of jealousy yesterday. I'm not the jealous type. But, Amanda allowed me to peruse her high school yearbooks. We went to the same church in our youth, and graduated from the same high school. But because of Dad's career I only went to Mt. Vernon High (Alexandria, VA) my senior year. She, however went to schools with the same kids from jr. high through graduation, and had all the year books.
So, I went through them, looking at my class as they grew from 7th graders through the 11th grade. Amanda graduated a year before me, so that's where it stopped for the class of '73. But I have my senior yearbook at home. And going through those years with kids I barely knew it hit me that because I went to three high schools in four years, I missed out on what must have been a fun experience growing up with the same kids. I never really got into the school scene my senior year. You know, new kid on the block, senioritis, etc. Lots of things I wished I could have experienced, but didn't have the opportunity. Hence a bit of jealousy for those who spent 6 years of secondary school together.
But, I'm grateful for the experiences I did have in those five different schools from 6th grade to graduation. The friends I made along the way helped me become me. And I wouldn't trade it. But sometimes I just wonder what it would have been like.
More sight-seeing today. Then I'll be mid-way through this season of rest and work. Looking forward to the last chapter of my pastoral ministry and to a new chapter ahead of whatever God has for me. Maybe some more traveling. Maybe some high school reunions. You know, I could go to three 50 year reunions in 2023.