Pastoring a church is a lot like trying to mow 10 acres of grass. You never get finished. There is always far more to do than you can possibly do, and you just come to a stopping point, quit for the day, and pick back up the next. All sorts of ideas and projects swirl through your head. I still have not fully moved in to my office. Lots of stuff is still in boxes. I look at it and think I've got to get them unpacked, but then there are so many other pressing things that need to be done other than tidying up my junk and stuff.
I am soooo glad I know Hebrew and Greek . . . let me qualify that . . . I am sooo glad I can translate them. I've gotten more ideas from the original languages than I ever got out of some commentary. Hebrew is a picture language. It is saturated with images and ideas, even though there are far fewer words in Hebrew than there are in Greek.
For those of you who are worried about the house next door, the other night I saw a light on inside. Someone was there. I'm not sure how you handle a house that has had peligro posted all over it. I have met the new neighbor who bought the house. She seems quiet, a little laid back. It will be interesting to see how all of this goes.
Sort of seems like maybe I should quote the Bible here or something, but I'll try to get loose from that temptation.



