IMG_0413This blog is a collection of my reflections as a rural church pastor.  Together with a community inside and outside the walls of a church building I am learning to live faithfully.

My ordination is held by the Presbyterian Church U.S.A.  I am classified as a first-call pastor because I am serving my first congregation.  I have had the privilege of serving this community for fifteen years.

The inspiration for the tag line comes from a favorite poem.  I share it here for your edification.

Lucinda Matlock
I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
And played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we changed partners,
Driving home in the moonlight of middle June,
And then I found Davis.
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
Eight of whom we lost
Ere I had reached the age of sixty.
I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick,
I made the garden, and for holiday
Rambled over the fields where sang the larks,
And by Spoon River gathering many a shell,
And many a flower and medicinal weed —
Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys.
At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all,
And passed to a sweet repose.
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness,
Anger, discontent and drooping hopes?
Degenerate sons and daughters,
Life is too strong for you —
It takes life to love Life.