I had the good fortune of getting to know a colleague in Presbytery yesterday over puff pastries (mine was crab, his was chicken) and coffee. Sure, it was during an ice storm and I’m lucky I didn’t break my neck going down two flights of ice-covered, wooden stairs (particularly since my center of gravity was slightly off due to the aforementioned puff pastry). But had I fallen, it would have still been worth it.
I’m grateful for the chance to share ministry with people I am coming to respect, pastors I can learn from, colleagues who become friends, peers, mentors, together. This is a very good thing.