'In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.
Acts 2:16-18

I don't want to say these are the last days.  I don't want to say that I have a gift of prophesy.  I don't want to say that I am an old man (old woman perhaps, but certainly not old man).  I do want to say that I am dreaming dreams.  I am dreaming that a woman named Susan will soon be standing in our pulpit.  I am dreaming that the congregation will love her instantly and that they will welcome her with open arms. I am dreaming that she will wake us up out of our comfortable lives and lead us into ministry that we have never imagined.  I am dreaming that we will all see that Susan is just the "man" God had in mind to pastor his flock at Bagby.  

I have decided to end this post now before I say more than I should.  Pray for our church.  Pray hard.

Tonight as the last hour of Christmas 2008 slips away, I decided to blog a little and just let the world know that I am alive and praising God for His most beautiful gift to us!  I cannot imagine my life without faith in Jesus Christ.  I lived an empty life for a long time.  It was full of work and worry, but it had no time for prayer, for communing with Christian friends, it had no room for Jesus.  I thank God for the difference I have experienced in the last seven years.  I prayed a prayer on December 30, 2001 that recommitted my life to Christ.  I wasn't exactly wallowing in sin when I prayed that prayer (I was chaperoning a youth trip and was very involved at church), but I had no sense of direction and no feeling of purpose.  I still have a long way to go, but I have come a long way in my relationship with God since that day.  I pray that I will continue growing as I walk each day in the dust of my Rabbi. 

Lord, please let me grow dustier each day as I try to follow you more and more closely.  Show me how to live as your disciple.  Give me a servants heart and willing hands.  Let me live my life as you would have me live it.  Amen

Yes, I know that is corny.  I am in my corny teacher inventing bulletin board titles mode.  I was just thinking of my most recent field trip.  We went to a corn maze (Why don't they call it a Maize maze?).  We were told as we set off on our adventure that if we made no wrong turns we would walk .9 miles.  We made plenty of wrong turns.  It was fun and good exercise.  One of my little boys was saying over and over "This is fun!"  One of my female students who is quite round finally demanded "Just what are you calling fun?"  When we finally reached marker 11 (there were twelve markers) this little girl nearly kissed the number!  As it turns out, one man's fun is another man's torture.  I gues I already knew that!

My life has been crazy busy.  I am in the middle of parent conferences.  This weekend we had our first team meeting for the January Chrysalis flight.  I will post something better and more informative than this soon.  I promise!