One day, I pretended to have a heart attack at the copy machine. I fell on the floor, the whole thing. When they figured out I was actually just joking, they started to pretend kicking me when I was on the ground and video taped it. No respect, right? No really, we have the best times. I’ve narrowed my life’s purpose down to this: I shovel manure at my farm in the evening and during the day, I shovel the spiritual manure out of peoples’ lives. I’m cool with that.
I have to tell you, this place took me a little while to get used to. After 40 years as a full-time Senior Pastor at a conservative church, I was asking God what the heck He was doing with me, putting me here…I mean, this place is raw, in every sense of the word. That unsettling feeling I had only lasted a week, though, and when I opened my eyes wide, I saw the realness…the extraordinary love…for one another. I told my family, “This is what I’ve been longing for.” The authenticity, the sacrifice for each other-it touches me every single day in a new and different way. This is Jesus. They are who He would hang out with. I get it now. And they aren’t a ‘they’ anymore. We are a family.