I thought I'd fill you in a little on Papa's job as a pastor. As most of you know, Papa was a school teacher for 21 years. Last spring, the Lord began to impress it upon our hearts that it was time for Papa to "hang up his chalk" and pursue full-time ministry. We looked at church opportunities in Oregon, California, and Colorado ... but the Lord chose to keep us right here in Western Washington. We couldn't have been more surprised ... or pleased. Papa began his full-time pastorate on "Our Little Island" on September 1st.
Papa LOVES ...
... the ministry.
... our quaint little church,
that meets in a grange,
in the middle of a pasture.
... our loving congregation.
... giving the weekly message.
... discipling a small group of men.
... building relationships with the congregation.
... worshiping with all of our new friends.
However, there are also the difficult sides of ministry ... helping people walk through the tough stuff.
About 6 weeks into his pastorate, Papa gave a sermon which talked about the big, "what if?" He asked the congregation, "If you were to die tomorrow, would you be ready to meet the Lord?" The very next day ... one of the men that had been sitting in service that morning ... had a heart attack. He was flown off-island to the hospital in the Big City. Papa visited the family, at the hospital, several times that week, as they faced the prospect that their husband/father/grandfather would most likely be going home to the Lord.
The next Sunday morning, his sweet wife was at church with us, while his son and daughter were at the hospital making the difficult decision to release him to the Lord. As they were saying their final good-byes to their dear dad ... their mom was at church (
with her "island family") celebrating his birthday, his anniversary, and his "going home day". Yes ... Mr. H. passed away on his birthday and his anniversary. Pastor Jim was there to celebrate his life ... and to help his family as they grieved his passing.
A week or two later, Pastor Jim was back at the Big City hospital with one of our other elderly church members. Thankfully ... she came home from the hospital a few days later. But, again, this was a part of Jim's new position that was very new to him ... and very uncomfortable. Prior to these hospital visits ... Papa HATED the hospital. He even HATED to be at the hospital when we were there to have our babies. One time, he left the hospital while I was in labor ... without even telling me. As he returned to the hospital, they were paging his name. Oops! He didn't know if he'd missed the birth. (
He didn't.) Another time ... he sent me to the hospital to be induced, and told me he'd join me later, once the induction worked. I actually went into labor while driving myself the 45 minutes to the hospital in a snowstorm. My labor had some difficulties and Papa was at work an hour's drive away (
or 2 hours, in the snow storm). I finally had to call a friend to come to the hospital to be with me during labor. Yes ... Papa HATED hospitals. But ... the Lord has done an amazing work in Papa. The Lord has helped him to step boldly through those hospital doors, in order to minister to his congregation. I'm so proud of Papa!
Explanation ... the reason that Papa hates hospitals is because he spent weeks in a burn unit when he was about 5 years old, after catching his shirt on fire. So, I was never mad at him about his failure to enjoy going to the hospital to have our babies. I understood. But, it makes me all the more proud of him for moving passed those painful memories, to minister to those in need.
Anyway ... today Papa faced an even more difficult part of his pastoral job. He had to perform the funeral for Mr. P. Mr. P. was in his 50's. Mr. P. was a very unhappy man. Mr. P drank himself to death. Mr. P., as far as we know, did not know the saving grace of our Lord Jesus Christ ... and neither does his family. Papa only met Mr. P. once. About a month ago, Mr. P. visited our church. He sat in the back, and actually created a little scene during the message (
which Papa took in stride, and responded to with love). After the service, Mr. P. apologized to Papa and Papa told him he was welcome at our church any time. Sadly ... he never returned.
Today ... Papa did an amazing job of ministering in a very difficult situation. He shared that Mr. P. had been a great friend to many. Yet, he acknowledged that Mr. P. had problems. He explained that Mr. P. had lost hope. Then he shared the hope that only Christ can bring. He told the 60+ people in attendance of the hope that Mr. P. was searching for ...
but we don't believe he found. Papa spoke lovingly of Mr. P., yet delicately shared how to find true hope, for those in attendance who might also have been searching for hope in their lives.
I'm so proud of Papa. He has stepped so smoothly into his new role as Pastor Jim. He fully embraces the "good stuff", but doesn't turn away from the "tough stuff". I believe that the Lord has great things in store for Pastor Jim ... and our little congregation ... on our little island.