Give Thanks to a Teacher

The alarm goes off in the morning. How many of us at one time or another have heard our alarm clock go off and thought, “I just want to roll over and go back to sleep.” But for our preschool teachers here at FoC, that means you have to be in your classroom awake and ready to greet every student as they run or straggle in, morning after morning, day after day.

So why would anyone want to be a preschool teacher? An unknown author wrote this top ten list of reasons why one would want to become a preschool teacher:

Jesus/Josh is Coming! Jesus/Josh is Coming!

Yes, if you look at the calendar, Advent is upon us and we are once again getting excited for Christmas. “Prepare the way of the Lord!” (Luke 3:4)  I’ve almost heard these same words, and sensed this same excitement level, for our new senior pastor, Josh Nelson. We are excited, and rightfully so. It’s been almost two years since Pr Nate announced his retirement, and we are eager to welcome our new permanent senior pastor. In the midst of our excitement I just want to take a moment to remind all of us what this season of Advent is about … getting ready and preparing our hearts. How do we prepare ourselves for Pastor Josh?

The Lousy Pilgrim

I would have made a lousy pilgrim. I don’t like change (as I said in my September 2 blog). I get seasick. And a hotel without room service is about as rustic as I like to get. So I can’t imagine traveling about 3,000 miles across the ocean without running water, indoor plumbing, or heat.

Thinking about Thanksgiving, I was going to write the standard ‘What I’m Thankful For’ kind of blog. But I did some research about the Mayflower‘s journey, and became fascinated by the details I learned.

Unanswered Prayers

When I was a senior in high school I had a plan: I was going to attend The University of the Arts in Philadelphia, PA, so they could teach me how to be a rock star. My mother and I flew out to Philly for the audition, and I waited patiently for my acceptance letter. About one month later it arrived: the key to my future! I ripped open my acceptance letter and fell to the ground in utter shock and sadness, for my acceptance was actually rejection. I had never dreamt that I wouldn’t get into this school. I had prayed about it over and over and thought God had my back. How could I possibly not be accepted? My world, at 17 years old, was crushed.