A story is told about a preacher in a small country church who called on one of his older deacons to lead the congregation in an opening prayer. He stood up, bowed his head, and said, "Lord, I hate buttermilk."
The minister opened one eye and wondered where this old fellow was going. The deacon continued, "Lord, I hate lard." Now the preacher was thoroughly perplexed but the prayer went on, "Lord, I ain't too crazy about plain flour either...but after you mix 'em all together and bake 'em in a hot oven, I just love biscuits."
"Lord, help us to realize when life gets hard, when things come up that we don't like, whenever we don't understand what You are doing, that we need to wait and see what You are making. After you get through mixing and baking, it'll probably be something better than biscuits."
Jim Canfield walked into the office the other day and asked, "Are you where you're supposed to be?" I responded, "I think so."
I have to think about it most days. My office hours at Southside are irregular and I pray your patience. I'm in the office Monday, Wednesday afternoon, and Thursday. Of course, I'm here on Sunday, too! On the other weekdays (Tuesday, Wednesday AM, and Friday) I'm at Washington Regional Hospice in Fayetteville. It's a wonderful, often confusing work schedule. It's easy to get disoriented about where I am supposed to be!
Don't we all need somebody to ask us occasionally, "Are we where we're supposed to be?" It's not about location. It's about life.
Where are you?
It's great to be at Southside!