If you don’t want know what we do on Sunday mornings now that Mauri has retired from pastoral ministry, you’d better move on to the next blog.
It isn’t a hard and fast rule, but Mauri felt it would be in the best interest of the NFC congregation and the new worship pastor for him to not be present on Sunday mornings. So, for now, we have become a congregation of two of our own little house church. Every Sunday morning we pull up Andy Stanley on my iPad and have church. There’s no shortage of worship singing around our house nearly every day of the week.
On a day like today, the draw to drive somewhere can’t be denied. This time of year the countryside requires our attention.
We were too busy looking around to take pictures. But we saw quite a few of these:
They aren’t beautiful, per se, but in the context of the seasonal landscape, they are spectacular.
You might have noticed we enjoyed brunch at Henry’s Diner (food cart) in Carlton, on our relaxing Sunday morning. Don’t worry about us; we haven’t rejected the organized church. After all, we’ve been part of the church our whole lives. For now, though, we’re taking a breath, a deep breath.