It seems like yesterday that I arrived in Creston but it was almost 9 years ago that Chuck and I packed up our stuff in Barnesville and came north to Creston. That year was filled with firsts. I clearly remember the first time I locked myself out of the parsonage!! Thanks to Alice who was enjoying her morning coffee for the spare parsonage key!
I remember maneuvering through the firsts of traditions. How things were done for Thanksgiving, All Saints Day, Christmas, Easter, etc….
I remember my first funeral. It was for a non church member and got her name confused with a name of a road in Barnesville….they were very similar! HOW EMBARRASING!
Now nine years later I’m noticing my lasts. I didn’t realize at Christmas, that would be my last Christmas Eve. Last night we had my last choir rehearsal. Each activity it seems in my head and heart I check off as I complete it for the last time.
The strange thing about firsts and lasts though is what lies in between. In between while here in Creston was ministry and service and life.
In between we laughed and we cried. In between we reached out to someone who was lonely, we fed someone who was hungry, we cared for the stranger, we guided those who were lost.
In between we, the people of the Creston Canaan UMC and myself, WE became family, we made disciples of Jesus Christ for the transformation of the world, and we were the church together.
In between we agreed, sometimes we argued, at times we pouted, we did a lot of compromise, we agreed to disagree a time or two, but we never let our differences keep us from loving God or one another.
As I prepare to leave Creston and go to the East Fairfield UMC I realize I’m not looking forward to the firsts but I cannot wait to get to the in between. It’s the in between where we are in true ministry together and do our best work and serve God the best.
Thanks you Creston Canaan UMC for all the first, all the lasts, but mostly, thank you for the years in between!!