Me. (Yes, I'm an idiot.)
I'm glad to be home. Nothing profound happened this week, and this comment pretty much spells it out:
Lead Pastor type at dinner last night: "So, have you even been out of your room today?"
Slacker me: "Uh...yeah."
Lead Pastor type: "Seriously, did you leave your room at all today?"
Still slacker me: "Yeah."
Really, I spent a lot of time catching up with friends, but I skipped a few of the general sessions. I needed to. I was at risk of losing my mind if I kept on going.
So yesterday I slept in until 10:30, met with a couple people after lunch and then found myself a chair by the window and read and played guitar all afternoon. Then it was off to the banquet before heading out with the rest of the district youth pastors.
I shouldn't be tired right now, but I am.
2 comments:
It's funny how when pastors get together for a retreat, it always ends up looking like a conference/seminar. For some reason we feel like if no one is talking, nothing good is happening.
Personally, though, I find that laughter, silence, and ping-pong create the best avenues for God to speak.
you are wise beyond your years my friend.
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