who knew how hard retiring would be?

Ok, when I announced that I was going to retire at the end of November I thought that was it and I was done thinking about that until the start of November. Well that plan hasn’t worked out. Do you know how many forms are involved in this?

The latest is that I have to write a piece for the Conference Annual Meeting … and include a photo. I don’t have a picture of myself! So I figured out how to use the camera on my computer and have taken care of that step. Now I have to figure out what to say. “I was born in a log cabin near the shores of Lake Huron…” That doesn’t work. I found a poem that I thought said it all but in the end I realized that it was too parabolic and therefore open to misinterpretation. I thought of writing a summation of my theology but I am limited to 400 words and that didn’t get me through an introductory statement. So at the end of the day I have decided to say, ‘thank you’. Thank you for thirty years of being paid to study scripture. Thank you for thirty years of being paid to blend that study into the stories I heard from people when they came to get married or show me their baby or grieve a loss. Thank you.

That seems good. Now I just have to figure out how crop my picture so that the mess of my office doesn’t show.

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