So much happened last Sunday that it was hard to take it all in. I wish that I could say "Thank You" to every single person. It is hard to believe that I have been at FBC Athens for 27 years. I looked back at the photos of when we came and was stunned by all of the changes. The time has evaporated like steam.
I was given a mound of thank-you notes. I picked one up and immediately set it down. Tears had so quickly come to my eyes. Stepping away from my role has been and is agonizingly painful. For years I have introduced myself as "Pastor" and now I don't know what to call myself. I have a new and exciting job, but the one I'm leaving behind is the best job in the world. The pleasure of reading God's Word and then being able to share those impressions with others is indescribable. I'm missing a staff meeting right now, and wishing I was sitting around that table with my dear friends and colleagues as we try to implement God's plan for our church. I decided that I would read one note a day - it's all my heart can take.
I'm writing this sitting in an airport lobby about to embark on my first trip in my new role. My heart is still racing from the drive. I somehow drove through the midst of a horrific accident that happened all around me. I keep seeing it in my mind like the slow-motion filming of The Matrix. I was not touched, I have no idea how. I imagine the injuries were significant. I called Cindy to tell her that I loved her. I just needed to hear her voice. I don't want to go another second without telling you all how you have enriched my life, loved me, encouraged me, and helped prepare me for this moment in time. Thank You.
Sunday was chaotic and wonderful. So many friends came to sit in the service and listen to one more of my sermons. I got so many hugs and pats that my arms are still aching. I gathered up the many gifts and loaded them in the car. The fresh flowers are sitting on our table and announce that I am surrounded by love. Next to it is a picture (see above). The church wanted to give us something that would last, something that was an heirloom. They asked me for a suggestion. I told them of a dream, to own a real piece of art, a photograph from one of my favorite artists, Vivian Maier.
I have several replicas in my and I have been exploring buying one for years. I have visited the one gallery that sells originals. It's in New York City. I contacted them and identified three photos that intrigued me. The church picked this one. It will hang in our home until we no longer have walls. Then it will be passed into our family as a legacy and testimony to our time together.
I love this little boy, he reminds me of me. The breath of life blowing to create a bubble of joy and reflections. There he is emerging out of the shadows and into the light. He casts a shadow. Vivian saw people, but few people ever saw her. She died in poverty and obscurity. She reminds me of my calling to go to the least, the lonely and the lovely. It is a deeply moving and profound gift. It's a real treasure. Thank you.
There were other gifts, a love offering, and rich fellowship. Thank you. There were your prayers and encouragement. Thank you. I am richly blessed.
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