How Do You Measure a Year?

The next few posts are adaptations of the presentations I gave at both Monmouth and New
Brunswick presbytery meetings durning September. …

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“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?”
From “Season of Love” the opening song of the musical Rent

It’s been one full year since I started serving you as your Regional Presbyter. During the story of our lives, some years are just 525,600 minutes; we’ve turned the pages and the story continues. Other years, however, mark huge change; new chapters are written, old chapters close. This was one of those years for me, personally, and it is integrally related to you. Besides the new job, the move from Texas to New Jersey, buying a house and selling a house, visiting congregations, and getting to know so many of you … This year you have walked with me through one of the most critical and memorable years of my life. My mom’s illness, which began as she and my dad drove home from my installation in January, culminated in her death on August 23. Throughout this time I have been truly moved by your support, your flexibility, your generosity, your prayers, your cards, your emails, your Facebook messages, your texts. My gratitude is overwhelming. And because we have walked this journey together, I now announce to you — I am no longer your “NEW Regional Presbyter.” You are now an integral a part of me: my history, my story, and my family.

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