Monday Musings for 1.4.21
Yesterday I announced my plan to retire at the end of June. I am 65 years old. That’s kind of the traditional retirement age, and I’ve always figured I would follow tradition.
Of course, not everyone retires at 65. My father retired at 58 when his business sold. My father-in-law worked his last day at age 53, came home, and died of a heart attack. Ruth Bader Ginsburg never did retire. She was an active justice on the United States Supreme Court when she died at age 87. (Had she known that Donald Trump would be elected president, she might not have worked that long.)
It is nice to be able to choose to retire and not die first. Or be forced into retirement before you are ready. Or be forced to work longer than you really want to. I’m lucky.
And blessed. What a blessing it has been to serve this church! I think of all the great people I have met here and worked with. And in the other churches (and one district) I have served. It’s a rare person who looks forward to going to work every day.
I think of the boy who asked a neighbor, “How much to mow your lawn?” The man said $10. The boy frowned and walked away. The man said, “Isn’t $10 a fair price?” The boy said, “The problem is I only have $5.”
I think of that story because working here has been such a joy. Also because I really enjoy mowing my lawn and now I’ll be able to do that more often!
Helen and I have moved six times. This will be the first time we leave a church and stay where we are. We not only have fallen in love with this church, we have fallen in love with Nampa. So, for the foreseeable future I will still be your neighbor, even though I will no longer be your pastor.
Six more months of Monday Musings. So I’m sure I’ll think of other things to share. Just one more thing for now. Thanks.