And the last day at work has come.

Yes my friends, that great feeling of never having to go back to your previous place of employment is now brewing within my soul. It's not that I hated my work... well let me rephrase that, I did not care for the work, but I thoroughly enjoyed the people that I worked with. So that made things bearable. But even still I am sitting here now feeling wonderful that never again will I have to work there. If you are wondering where "there" is I will hint with this statement: it had something to do with seeing the inner workings of the human body (without cutting). That's all you get.

And now my life will be consumed with packing for the next two days. The bus pulls out of town on friday so all our junk's gotta be on the van then. ~and my head pounds~

Friday June 18th. Not nearly as superstitious as say a Friday the 13th, but something else is rather eerie on this day. Perhaps maybe it's only because one year ago on this day was the last time I posted to this website. What are the chances of that? It reminds me of another such occurrence in my life. It happened several years ago while I was still in college. I was sitting at the bus stop waiting to go to class and I was rereading one of my favorite books, The Fellowship of the Ring. As I began to read chapter one of the second book this interaction jumped out at me.

"'Where am I, and what is the time?' [Frodo] said to the ceiling.

'In the house of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning,' said a voice. 'It is the morning of October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know.'"

Why did this startle me so? It is because it was the twenty-fourth of October and it also happened to be 10am as a sat at that bus stop. Now I ask you, what are the chances of that?

So that being what it is, life has completely changed since my last post. I will no longer live the life of the bachelor anymore(which is an amazingly good change). And that job that I was complaining so about is about to be history to me. Now in front of me lies the fascinatingly frightening job of Seminary. The Lord leads me now into His service, a responsibility that is both august and terrifying at the same time. Can I learn all that I need to? Will I remember it all? Will I be able to not only teach the Word, but live it as well? For pastoring is far more than teaching for one hour on a sunday morning. It involves the entire life of the church. That idea is even where we get our word pastor. Pastor comes down to us from the Latin word... pastor. You got it, the same word. In the Latin it meant "herdsman". That's the idea. A pastor leads his congregation in the same manner as a herdsman leads his flock of animals, with loving attention for their well-being.

only in Him can i do this