When giving thanks seems inadequate

Amy and I have been on a journey for the last six years. I hope to recount that tale in greater detail in the near future, and this summary will fall woefully short of communicating the heights, depths, joy, pain, struggle, and victory that has characterized our story. And, as a story, I’m sure it is both unremarkably common and strikingly distinct.

In any case, the road has led us to a new chapter in our lives. This past Sunday our church community gathered and affirmed me as an elder and a pastor. Although the conversation leading to this has been going on for some time, I’m sincerely humbled and awed all over again as I wrap words around this new reality. It’s exciting, sobering, and a little overwhelming all at once.

Depending on your past and present experience with the organi-/sm/zation called the church, words like elder and pastor will register in a particular way. I’ll probably write more about what they do mean in our context at some point, but for now here’s some of what they don’t necessarily mean or involve: polyester suits, three seminary degrees, Buicks, funny hats or robes, or being old and bitter. Now, I’m not saying those things are bad (well, maybe the first and the last one), but they just aren’t mandatory in our setting.

In a practical sense, it does mean I am leaving my job with A&M to work full-time for the church. Since we’re one of those weird little congregations without an actual building, I’ll headquarter at home and do my work there and as I roam about town. While I was traveling a few weeks ago, my unreasonably loving wife converted one of the bedrooms in our house to a wonderful little office for me to camp out in. (I’ll post some photos of her work soon.) I’ll get to work with three of my favorite guys in the world – Scot, Ross, and Chris – as fellow pastors and elders. And I’ll more fully be able to give my life to our new covenant family. This is all a good, good gift. I’m sure it’s possible to feel more content and blessed and grateful than Amy and I feel right now, but I’m not sure how.

I am thankful for those of you (and if you’re reading this, consider yourself included in that group) who have contributed to our journey to this point. Thanks for listening, praying, counseling, laughing, crying, and encouraging us along the way.

I am thankful for this gorgeous, excellent woman God created to be my companion, soul mate, chief encourager, example, and mother of my children.

I am thankful for my beautiful son, no longer a baby, but now a little boy with a life and energy coursing through his veins that reminds me he was created with purpose and joy.

I am thankful for my precious daughter, whose illogical happiness and satisfaction with her fragile new life dismantles my hardness and cynicism one smile at a time.

And, of course, I am thankful for the people who call themselves Community Church for trusting God enough to trust me, for recognizing Amy’s all around beauty and brilliance, for loving my kids, for being silly and faithful enough to believe beyond the ordinary, for valuing honesty, for giving weakness and vulnerability (and the weak and the vunlnerable) the space and protection they need to be mended and empowered by the Healer, and for following Jesus even when it seems like the least reasonable thing to do. May we continue to drink in and spill out the life that is really Life.

5 thoughts on “When giving thanks seems inadequate

  1. I am so excited for you thad. This comes as no surprise as I have felt that this is how it should be all along. Thanks so much for all you have been in my life…I am truly jealous of your community.

  2. such delightful reading–not only this entry, but just general thad writing. i like capitol One entry, and i like the frederick buechner book. have you read it or have you just been told?

  3. What a blessing you bestow upon the community called “church”. The joys the loving Father sends are those of which you speak, for they are the very ones He enjoys Himself. He loves His children who take life with excitment, He glories in the simplicity of being, and he communes with the body consisting of groom and bride. Elder? Minister? Both blessings and gifts. May the loving Father bless you with His sight and His words and His heart as you “…do what I see my father doing…say what I hear my father saying.” Yes, the gracious Father has blessed us all, now and eternally (it’s hard to tell the difference when they are, in actuality, one). May He lift you in love, cover you in grace, and empower you with mercy in this age of Thanksgiving we call life.

  4. oh man, that sounds great. just great. you momentarily assuaged — albeit vicariously — all my vocational angst. or, i’m just so happy to hear that communities still find pastors like the way they did in the olde, bygone, new-testamental days. or, i’m just evry happy for you and your family.
    i’m interested in details. –oh, and yours is not the first texan chruch to surprise me. lots of texans at regent doing really cool things.

  5. I’m excited to hear about the news Thad. You guys will continue to be in our prayers. Best wishes for chasing a dream.

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