Happy Veterans Day!
I am sitting at the kitchen counter pecking away on my iPad. Most everybody is still asleep. All except Casey our resident energizer bunny who is up long before daylight starts to make an appearance.
He’s had cereal and I am on my second cup of coffee. And contemplating an apple for a good healthy breakfast.
I am kind of taking the day off. Kind off, because there is always something that needs to be done, some lead to follow or chase, some contact to be made. I plan on seeing two people today.
Both old friends, one owns a funeral home and may have something I can do part time or otherwise. I am not sure how I feel about that. If I never saw the inside of another funeral home again, I suspect I could die content. On the other hand… It might be a good opportunity and a ministry of sorts to boot. As the great and wise theologian otherwise known as my wife, Becki, said last night, this may be where God is leading me…
I used to say God had an amazing sense of humor. My proofs were the fact that men and women, husbands and wives are so vastly different and yet God expects us to live in peace and harmony. The other proof was a giraffe–God was having fun when He made them. The third proof, if born out, might just be the idea of me working in a funeral home.
The other meeting is with a friend who owns a bunch of restaurants. We are meeting originally to talk about co-opting one to use for a Saturday pancake breakfast to benefit the local Robotics Team. I suspect the conversation will go in other directions if for no other reason than this will be the first time together outside of a chance meeting at the gym in well over 30 years.
Blah, blah, blah…
All this is about as exciting as watching tea bags steep, I am sure. But, this is my world and I am glad to share it with you.
Life takes you in some strange and weird directions. Part of me is terrified of ever having a full-time preaching ministry again, while part of me at the same time wishes it could be so. I was the kind of preacher who under normal circumstances had his preaching schedule lined up a year in advance–and weekly sermons were always finished and ready by the end of Tuesday.
I like structure and order.
I like knowing my direction and having a pretty good idea of what is coming next.
I like, no a better word is crave… I crave stability.
Cobbling together a hodgepodge of businesses, jobs, and ministry is not something I could have remotely imagined.
But we persevere. It is what we do.
That and waiting…
I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is. So I say, “My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the Lord.” I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord ’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. (Lamentations 3:17-26 NIV)
Thanks for reading and waiting with me,
Les Ferguson, Jr.