I'm putting the finishing touches on Sunday's sermon, though I'm not sure it can rightly be called a sermon. I'm going to be sharing some memories from the years we've been in New Sharon. It's hard to know how to condense it down so that I don't ramble on forever. As I've worked on it, one memory has lead to another and that one to another.
One of the great privileges that I have as a pastor is that I get invited in to share some of the most important moments in a person's life. Sometimes those moments are happy, like at a wedding or the birth of a child. Sometimes those moments are grief-filled, like a divorce or a death. Each of those moments are locked away in my memory and reflecting back over the past four years brings them to the foreground of my thoughts.
Since learning we are moving to LeMars, I have often thought of LuLu's song from "To Sir with Love." (I'm really showing my age here.) She remembers the things she learned and how she has grown because of "sir" (Sidney Poiter). Then she asks a question, "How to you say thanks?"
I've struggled with how to adequately say thank you to the people of the New Sharon United Methodist Church. Words just don't seem like enough. And what really floors me is that the church is having coffee and pie following worship to say thank you and goodbye to Julie and me. (I point out the fact that there's pie in hopes of getting a few more people to come.)
Since I'm at a loss for words, I guess I'm left with quoting another old song, "Thanks for the memories." You have been a blessing to me.