(Terrible cliché, I know)
What strange days these are.
This strangeness is punctuated by Randall’s resignation as pastor of our church. I was aware that this was likely about to happen, but it didn’t really hit me on an emotional level until Randall spoke the words, “I handed in my letter of resignation this morning.” I was probably in some sort of state of denial until that point—knowing it was inevitable at this stage, but maybe hoping that it wasn’t. Who knows.
It will be hard to see them go—both as a good pastor and as good friends. Not that the friendship will end at their leaving, but . . . well, you know what I mean. It’s been a sad couple of days and much more grieving will follow.
But the change isn’t limited to Randall and Lauralea. People in our church are moving and changing. Kids are leaving town and heading off to school. Dixie and I seem to be in a period of transition, and— outside our church—Toni and Chris and my brother-in-law are as well. And there are others of you transitioning, too.
The time is ripe and the time is right. I don’t sense doom or gloom (should I?)—these changes all seem right and natural and, if you will, guided.
What does all this mean? What kind of cosmic weirdness is driving all of this change?
We shall see.