I wish I were as graceful

As the guy in the picture. I feel like a juggler with too many balls in the air, and someone just threw in a chainsaw for fun. But that, in so many ways, is the way life is.

God is preparing new things for us, and me, all the time. The co-interim pastor title here in Dundee is the latest new thing, and one that I look forward to. This is a wonderful congregation and I count it as a privilege to help shepherd them through this transitional period. It will probably be a little bumpy, as people process the loss of the Mullens and begin praying, fasting and looking forward to who God will bring to lead this church in the coming decade. But God is faithful, and he will be here with us as we step out on faith like the juggler in the picture. The amazing thing is that he is our safety net when we are pursuing the Kingdom. As I think about this, the lyrics to an old hymn come to mind:

"My Hope is Built on Nothing Less"
by Edward Mote, 1797-1874

1. My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

2. When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

3. His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

4. When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

That is my prayer during this season of transition. Let our hope be only in the one who can deliver us. Let it not be in our strength, wisdom, or desires. Let it be in the God who loves us.