I am a mere month away from entering my first post as a senior pastor. Last week, that reality felt months and months away. Now, it feels more imminent than ever. For a while now, my wife and I have tried to make sense of our feelings as we entertain this significant season of transition in our lives, explaining our emotions as some strange amalgamation of nervous excitement.
For the last several years, the persistent call on my life has been to spend and be spent for Christ. I have rarely done this vocationally, only volitionally and voluntarily, as the gospel has become increasingly precious to me. This has also taken a number of varying forms throughout the years, with mostly me divvying up my time.
Those words of Christ, which read, “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life,” have been so popularized throughout history, near colloquial, that even unbelievers and non-followers of Jesus are, at the very least, familiar with the words.