Note: This is off topic.
Driving to the top of Mt Hood. Listening to tapes of Adventures in Odyssey. Taking naps in the backseat of a silver Dodge Caravan. Dad reading Frank Peretti books. Barry Sanders Detroit Lions losing a playoff game to the Packers. Grandpa Phil losing a finger to a sawblade. Wondering why Televangelist Benny Hen was pushing people over. Searching for star fish at Canon Beach. The Republican/Democrat bench in front of the grocery store in town. Building battleship sand castles. Long jumping at University of Oregon. Grandma pumping the gas pedal when she drove. My mother laughing. Watching “Angels in the Outfield” on the big screen. Getting head butted by a goat named Ugly. Realizing why he was named Ugly. Taking pictures of license plates. Going over the bridge into Washington State. Bumper boats in Seaside.
So what do all these things have in common?
I guess they are all fragment sentences for one.
But these are all details of a story from when I was ten years old.
It’s always the details of a story that make it great.
I apologize if I haven’t always written a ton of blogs on the ‘ministry type’ for each month and have stuck to soapbox rants and personal encounters. Sometimes ministry is not always definable. It’s not always construction, orphans, door to doors, community service projects, or church sermons. It’s the everyday. From my perspective, the details are the story.
Ministry would mean nothing to me if I can’t give details of how it affects me. So I tell stories. And hopefully you continue to read my encounters. I hope you feel through your computer that I’m thankful for your words of encouragement. Your support. Your prayers.
