Fellowship. Fall Festival. Football. Friends. This time of year brings all of these things to mind. It’s hard to believe there are only 3 months remaining in this year. January began with the hopes that we would leave the pandemic behind us. On February 13, Brent and I moved from Dallas to Kemp on “Snowmaggedon Saturday.” A few weeks after we moved, I received a call from Jimmy Chapman at Presbytery asking me about my plans in the Commissioned Pastor program. I was incredibly (and pleasantly) surprised to hear that FPC Mabank was looking for a pastor.
On February 5, a week before we moved, Brent and I drove around town and “found” FPC and I actually posed for a photo on the front steps of the Church. A few weeks later, I met Richard Siemens and Mary Ann Odom at Hector’s for lunch and we arranged for me to preach my first two Sundays at FPC Mabank on April 11th and 25th. The rest, as they say, is history. What a fast, furious process this has been. Now here we are on the cusp of Advent with so much hope. I am hopeful, and profoundly grateful. What started out as a huge leap of faith on January 1 when we listed the house in Dallas for sale, resulted in a bounty of blessing for us. I have great hope for this congregation and faith that God has work for us to do.
Jeremiah 29:11-12 says, 11 “For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope. 12 Then when you call upon me and come and pray to me, I will hear you.” As we approach advent, I find the words in our closing response each Sunday as an affirmation. As God’s children, we go nowhere by accident. Wherever we go, God is sending us. Wherever we are, God has put us there. He has a purpose in our being there. Christ who indwells us has something He wants to do through us where we are. Believe this and go in His grace and love and power.