||Pilgrim Pines '12 and a Church Planter's Psalm
This week, our family spent six days camping at Pilgrim Pines in Swanzey, NH, the campgrounds for the East Coast Conference of the ECC. The kids, Osheta, and I had a fantastic time. We grilled, we rode bikes, we roasted marshmallows, we lounged on the beach, we ate smores, we swam in the lake, we played basketball, we made tie dyed t-shirts, we ate ice cream, and we made friends with a great family: the Martins. Our children became fast friends with the Martin's children, and we found that we enjoyed their company just as much as our children did their children's. Stephen and Charisa were so warm and hospitable it made us never want to leave.
All week, pastor Lyle Mook taught the adults about the Psalms and his teaching was excellent. I especially enjoyed his take on suffering and the Psalms. He challenged us to write our own psalm. So I wrote one from the perspective of a church planter.
A Church Planter's Psalm
My Father, my Family
You have rescued me from going down to the pit
You have formed me like clay
Fathers, brothers, sisters, mothers you've given me
They stand like islands in a sea of clouds
Rising like mountain peaks in the distance
You have set before me a new city
Shining like the sun through a rainbow
But this journey you've called me on is treacherous
This path I now walk is filled with sharp stones
I am swept up in your movement
I am led along by your Spirit
But I am not worthy to reap where I have not sown
What if I fail?
What if I am not equal to the task?
Your calling weighs heavy on me, but you said your yoke was easy
When my days are dark, when all I see is pain
You are my delight, and you delight in me
Success is dwelling in your presence
I will remember your works and words
You have promised to go with me
You alone make things grow
And you have planted me in family