Am I getting ahead of myself?

On Friday night at the church kids’ club, I asked the pastor’s wife how the deacons meeting had gone that week and she smiled mischievously and said when I went to the main meeting on Sunday, I was to smile and nod and see what I thought, it was something we had discussed. She wouldn’t be drawn, so my mind went into full gallop.

We had talked a bit about me being a Deacon, and how that would help us get things moving in the church. I’d even wondered when I would be asked. How alluring, after fourteen years of frustration the Lungau, was I finally, nearly usable to God? To do his work was my ambition here, having done all I want, even to thinking quite a lot that the last book I’m writing at present may be my last for the moment, and not worrying. I’ve hardly bought a book fro weeks, the passion for that dying, but that might be that few horsey books are for sale here!

Does it mean at last I can be a full blooded full time Christian, doing stuff for Mountain Ash, using all I’ve learnt over the years, might actually lead someone to the Lord? Not that this has anything to do with my relationship with God, it’s that what is important, not what I do. My mind went nuts, even seeing me preaching, having a ministry.

So on Sunday, Dave and I trotted off to church me wondering if I could pull it off if asked if I wanted to be a Deacon. I’d completely forgotten the procedure from when we’d been in a Baptist church before! You’ll have to read the next post!