And so life goes on,

At a steady pace, with flurries of activity and scattered showers of measureable progress. But what is progress when you are charged with the "Soul Care" of a flock? Is it in the ah-ha moments during Bible Study when someone presents the text in such a simple way that a child could understand it (or even a seminary student)? Or is it the tears that fall at funerals when you are called to express hope in the midst of the seemingly insourmountable evidence of hopelessness? Perhaps it is those times when someone says, "we sure are glad you are here" and you can't for the life of you understand what you have done to affect anything. It might be that in the Pastoral role that progress cannot be measured, but rather like the breath of the spirit it blows where it will. We cannot know, but only believe. My thoughts go out to the new batch of seminary graduates. God bless you wherever the spirit may send you. Be at peace, God has you covered.