It’s a partly cloudy, balmy thirty two degrees this morning. Doesn’t that just make you want to grab a lawn chair and go sit outside?? yeh, right. At least the wind isn’t more than a couple of miles per hour. You can see the leaves moving but the ones that are falling from the trees are falling almost straight down.

There are a couple of squirrels zipping through the trees in the yards around me with their tails a swishing. The trees surrounding my yard are all big enough that the branches practically touch one another. So it is a virtual squirrel interstate out there. The squirrels jump from one tree to the next all around my yard and into my trees at an amazingly fast pace. They look almost animated and cartoonish sometimes.

I have a couple of woodpeckers and a few finches here this morning. It is still early so the cardinals have not arrived just yet. I give them another thirty minutes or so before they arrive. I had a couple of starlings come by for a quick bite or two about twenty minutes or so ago. But they didn’t stay long. I don’t know what’s up with that. They generally come in and seem to never leave.

I went to Walgreens like I told you yesterday and picked up my prescription. Dr. Jackson prescribed some antibiotic pills for this place on my neck. I don’t know what that is supposed to do for it but I hope it helps to shrink it. I feel like I look like Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I know it isn’t near as big as I imagine it to be but it feels huge to me. Dr. Jackson with a scalpel is not a thing I want to see next Friday.

So, I wrote my last sermon for 2019 last night. I’ll give it on the 29th of December. I have three more sermons to write for Zoar Church before I move on to the parish in Ft. Branch. I’ll give those three, on the last three Sunday’s of January 2020. Who would have thought I’d still be serving as a pastor in 2020, let alone starting a brand new adventure and job for an undetermined amount of time. I feel so extremely blessed to be afforded this opportunity. I’ve said it any times before and I’ll continue to say it; “I love being given the honor and privilege of preaching and sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ.” I believe there are “Ministers” and there are “Pastors”, and I believe there is a very distinct difference between the two. I hope I’m always considered a “good pastor”. Having that said at my funeral would be a validation of my work and life.

Tomorrow is Sunday and I hope you plan to spend some time at your favorite house of worship. If you don’t have one, take a chance and attend one. People might look at you and wonder who the stranger is; but God will be smiling because God will recognize that one of His children just walked in. Have a blessed day.