Pastoral Relief and Retreat

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I am Pastor at Poquonock Community Church, Congregational (CCCC) in Windsor, CT. My wife Jama and I live in Wetherfield, CT. We'd like to invite you to Terre Haute -- High Ground -- That's what Jama and I call the retreat space on our property. We offer free intentional get-away retreats. We'll feed you and house you and give you space to be with the Lord. All are welcome; no questions asked. This blog is my daily devotional journal. I write it because it is so easy to go for weeks without ever taking the time to be alone with God. Writing helps me develop a discipline I need.

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Friday, October 31, 2008

Service with a smile

For the past four years I've been "mentoring" a young pastor named Blake.  I put the word mentoring in quotes because I often feel like he's far brighter, far more well-equipped for ministry than I am.  And he is certainly more of all the things we look for in a call than I could have hoped to be at 32.   Anyway, he gives me an exercise in humility every Thursday morning at 8 in a little restaurant not far from where he lives.   

Three days ago I came down with some kind of stomach flu-thing.  I called Blake on Thursday morning and told him I couldn't meet with him because I wasn't feeling well enough.  He was gracious and said it was no problem.  Thursday afternoon I had a cord of wood for our fireplace dumped in my driveway.  I looked at it all afternoon Thursday and just couldn't face moving it.  This morning I knew I had to.  I have three showings on our house on Saturday and the place has to look good.

I called Blake and my young friend Bobby (also someone I've mentored for 9 years) and asked if they could help me out in a jam.  Both said yes immediately.  It was Blake's and Bobby's good backs, strong arms, and cheerful hearts that ministered Christ to me today.  Blake called himself "The Engergizer Bunny".  I'd call it a servant heart.  Bobby I've come to expect it from.  It is part of his nature.  It is one of the ways he expresses his faith.   He has been there for me and for our family with physical assistance with our dog, our house, moving stuff, transporting people, more times than I can count.  He never complains -- ever.   A couple of servants.  You just never know where you'll find them.  

I guess Jesus was right with that business about the cup of cold water.

Thank you, God... for Bobby and Blake.  Oh... and thanks for the load of wood.

Jon

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