At our dinner, in December we were having a conversation about church shopping and one of the couples with children said, “We chose this church because there were so many young families.” Their words hit me like a ton of bricks. In my three years of being at the church, I had never described our worshipping community in that context. When the board and I met for the very first time that was my primary objective; bring in young families.
Last week marked the end of the 2017 Fall Semester in seminary. I have one semester left in seminary and it has been an absolute grind. Lots of learning, lots of reading, and lots of paper writing.
I am pretty sure I wrote more papers this year than in years past, and I wrote longer papers. And for the first time in my life, like ever – I didn’t wait until the last minute to write them. For the first time in my life (academically) I was ahead of the game.
Three years ago, I walked into the church like a starving man on Thanksgiving Day. I wanted to grow, I wanted to grow younger, I wanted soooo many things for the Kingdom of God. Some things I prayed for but didn’t understand, some other things I thought I understood, but never prayed for.
I have a tree in my front yard that fiercely holds on to its leaves. I don’t know if it is trying to prove something, or wants to win some sort of tree competition, but EVERY SINGLE YEAR the leaves wait so long to come down.
I have strong opinions on disciple-making, and I went in with a critical eye of what to expect from these organizations. Thankfully, they didn’t disappoint. We spent hours talking about what disciple-making looks like in the local church, and it was intriguing to hear people discuss a call back to authentic community. One of the major themes this year is that people wanted to be connected in deeply personal relationships.