Morning Musings

When I wrote the first blog post back in 2017, I had no idea the way God had plans for it to grow in my life.  It was something written five or six times a month as a way of staying in touch with my congregation at the Richmond Hill Church.  I knew retirement was out there ahead of a me but I figured on continuing to preach somewhere part time until I went to glory wearing my preaching boots.  I did preach for another four and half years at a small church up the road from here and enjoyed it greatly, but there came a moment when circumstances of life brought it to an end.  I often have wondered if I gave up preaching, or if God took it from me.  I have decided it was the latter.    

At that point the blog writing had increased, but it was still not a daily discipline.  At that point I could not imagine writing over 300 posts a year and now I cannot imagine not doing it.  I am learning that it is not that I have so much to say, although there are some who listen to me and surely must think such a thing, but that the writing has become the way God has determined to continue using my life as one called to ministry sixty years ago.  At the very beginning of my ministry and throughout it, I have dabbled in writing and considered preaching the heart of my ministry.  In these days the heart of my ministry centers around writing.  

I wish I could say I do as one writer has written that he does.  When he sits down to write, he prays for guidance before the first word is written; however, I do write as I preached.  I know that whatever shows up on the white space that has merit and power to bless comes from Him.  I know words, but He is the One who nurtures my spirit and gives the words whatever speaking in His name power they might have.  I have learned that God is always the same but that He often changes what He would have us do in His name.