Pax, Amor, et Lepos in Iocando

Well, our church lost it's pastor last week--off to another call. This was tougher than I'd expected--I figured the 6 months I'd had to get used to the idea would've taken the sting out of it for me, but it didn't. The man was part of every significant thing that happened to me over the last 7 years--he married my wife and I (well, performed the service), bapstised my children, officiated at my ordination, presided at all but 2 of the Lord's Suppers I'd had in that time, and kept me well-fed with sermons week by week.

And then . . . .he's gone.

What makes it worse is that I didn't know how to say anything to him about it all.