I had the call at the age of 16. That was 8 years ago and I thought this week would never come, and now it is here. This is my first week that I begin to serve the job that I will serve for the rest of my life. It sounds a bit scary I suppose, or maybe exciting? Perhaps a bit of both.
My first pastorate is in the towns of Grand Mound and Calamus, Iowa. Both are great towns with great people. In fact I don't think I could have asked for a better placement. The parsonage is huge and nice.
I had a year of training and so I don't feel as if I am going in blind but I have no idea what being a pastor of two churches entails. What scares me the most are meetings, scandals and those resistant to the nudging of God. Whatever that means I suppose; I am sure that I will find more things to be frightened of throughout my years of ministry.
I don't suppose I know much of anything as of right now when it comes to being a leader within the church. I trust in God. I have faith in the journey that God has laid out before me.
