Ok, I'll admit, my recent posting to the blog has been, well, not recent at all. Sorry for that, I'm going to try to do better.
Today's my thirtieth birthday. Thirty years ago today my father tells me that Luis Tiant was pitching the Red Sox to a victory in the first game of the 1975 World Series. Actually,
The Baseball Almanac tells me that Dad's memory is off by one day. In fact, on Sunday October 12, 1975, Bill "The Spaceman" Lee was pitching, and the Sox lost 3-2 as the Reds scored two in the ninth - it was all downhill from there. Recorded in my baby book in my mother's handwriting is the simple statement, "1975 - it was the year the Red Sox almost won the World Series."
Boy, a lot of rain has fallen since that rainy day 30 years ago, and much water has passed under many bridges (including, of course, the Red Sox immortal triumph in the 2004 World Series). And I'm left here pondering my mortality.
I've recently been wondering what it is about this transition, this epoch-marking passing from 29 to 30 that feels so significant. I'm left to think that this past decade has involved some of the bigger changes in my life. In 1997, at the ripe old age of 21, I stood at the altar of a West Virginia church and took vows to love, honor and cherish the joy of my life. A year later I graduated from college, and got my first "real" job; working as an Assistant Pastor in a great church in Rhode Island. A little over a year after that I left that church to become the pastor of New Life Assembly, the place where I currently serve as pastor. In January of 2002 Jacob was born, and then a short year and a half later Aislinn arrived in the world. A lot has changed from 20 to 30.
All of those changes have, in fact, been for the better in my life. My wife has made me a better man. My children are teaching me patience day by day. The church in which I serve has been so gracious and generous with my youthful enthusiasm (and let's be honest, youthful errors as well). God has been at work in some major ways in the last decade of my life. I trust that he's got more planned for the next decade as well.
I'm left today, on a dreary autumn day in New England, thinking that more than ever I want to make my mark for the Kingdom of God. If it takes another decade of huge and significant changes, I'll embrace them knowing it moves me closer to the place God wants me to be, and to the person God wants me to be.
Here's to 30! None of this perpetually 29 stuff for me. This last decade has taught me much of who I am, now it's time for who I am to, by God's grace, make the difference I was called to make.