Labor Day weekend afforded me the opportunity to go fishing on the mighty Mississippi River (about 25 minutes from my home) with Gabe, a brother in Christ and fellow church member. All my previous fishing experience came on the lakes of West Tennessee, and I was astounded at these hosses when Gabe pulled them out. Whether the fish are biting or not, one of the deep joys of pastoral ministry has been simply sharing life together as a church. Many times this looks like reviewing the main points of Sunday’s sermon across a kitchen table, but it also looks like two rocking chairs on a front porch, playing badminton after services, or talking about the Gospel on a river bank.
We were pleased to share with you not only the Gospel of God, but also our own lives, because you had become dear to us. (1 Thessalonians 2:8)