October 16, 2009
Well, I get to go home today! It’s been a great trip with lots of things getting accomplished. I was able to do some much needed planning for an upcoming mission trip, worked with Omar on a few things for the seminary, had some excellent quiet times with the Lord, and certainly was able to write a little bit. It’s been a very good week.
But, I’m ready to get back. To that amazing place called home. Where I understand folks when they speak, and hopefully they understand me. Where I am no longer a guest, but a family member. Where a hug has significantly more meaning. A land of hot water, and cool sheets. Yup, I ready to get home.
And, I’m ready to get back to my church home. I certainly appreciate our congregation allowing me to invest some of my time in the work here in San Jeronimito, but I miss my church family. I miss our staff. What a privilege to be one of the pastors that gets to say that and mean it!
I want to come back home to Mustang. As I’ve written about our community for my book, I’ve been reminded of what a great joy it is to be a part of a city with the values, traditions, and commitments of our little burg.
Good stuff folks. I don’t care whether you’re a couple of dogs and a cat looking down on the city that marks the end of your journey, a Marine named Gibbs looking at his battle weary team, or a pastor finishing up a weeks worth of study and retreat in Mexico. It is good to come home!
By the way, just in case you’re interested. We had goat for lunch yesterday. Yeah, goat. Not bad, either. But it did not taste like chicken.
It’s a joy to be your pastor!
Bro. Dave
