This weekend a House celebrated the labors and fruits of one man. That man completed 25 years of ministry in Rutland VT. That man is one of the reasons I am who I am. Yesterday someone started a sentence with "25 years ago I was....." and I thought to myself "25 years ago I was not. 25 years ago, no one had me on their grid. But... In 25 years...."
25 years is longer than I've been alive. There are very few things I have been doing for that long so I have great respect when someone has chosen a path and walked it for that long. 25 years, is a quarter of a century, and while that sounds like a really long time, it passes in the blink of an eye.
As I sat yesterday morning, I thought of some of the people I've met along the way. Some of those, decided to walk a different path, some continued. And then, I looked at the man I was there to honor. And I thought of all those people and thought "I'm one I the lucky ones. I have the honor and privilege to walk with a man. I have the honor and privilege to have this man in my life. And for that I am so extremely thankful."
I'm not writing this to commemorate a celebration held this weekend. I'm writing this because to not share my thoughts with however many or few read this, would be a shame. I'm writing this because I was there, and you may not have been. I'm writing this because the man I want to honored this weekend - and hope I honor everyday - deserves to be written about. He is worth my time. And he is worth so much more than one blog post.
I love you, Apostle.
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