Dear Cornerstone Family,
It is hard to express just how good it feels to be home.
As you may remember from my Pastoral Notes on July 12, I spent time backpacking in the Grand Teton National Park in Jackson, WY, earlier this month. It was amazing––the towering peaks, quiet valleys, cold mountain streams, colorful wildflowers, crystal clear alpine lakes, and vast skies that seemed to stretch on forever.
My joy was doubled to share the experience with brothers from Cornerstone. Preston Brooks, Carl Ware, Mark Elliot, Eric Smith, and Mark Mitchell were all on the adventure with me. We walked countless miles enjoying the kind of fellowship that grows through adventure and shared hardship.
Speaking of hardship, I managed to lose my tent the second night on the trail. (Actually, rumor has it that Preston lost his tent, but, since we had the same tent, he stole mine and then acted like I lost mine. It’s hard to know the truth, honestly.) Gratefully, Eric had the foresight to bring a two-man tent, so he got the special privilege of enjoying a little more closeness with me. (You’re welcome, Eric.)
Then, there was that time when I nearly died. My foot gave way on the melting snow, and I slid down the mountain 100 feet or so. Miraculously, I walked away with only bumps, scratches, and a whopper of a bruise. (Sadly, the psychological trauma the brothers went through watching me slide the down the mountain will take longer to heal.)
One particularly meaningful moment stands out now. With the sun rising on the Lord’s Day, surrounded by the mountains, we worshipped together reading Psalm 125:1–2, “Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides forever. As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people from this time forth and forevermore.” Mark Mitchell stepped back during our time of worship and captured the moment beautifully.
Upon my return from WY, I jumped back into work at the church for a few days only to break away again for a family vacation to Florida. We weathered tropical depression Bertha while there, but after a few days of stiff winds, rising tides, and double red flags, the clouds parted and we had some of the most beautiful beach weather. We rode waves, played in the sand, competed at cornhole, ate like kings and queens, and just enjoyed being together as a family.
The opportunity to slow down, to spend unhurried time with family, and to receive some extended time of rest was much needed. Truthfully, I needed it more than I even knew. Thanks for letting me get away.
Upon return, I am especially thankful for our staff, elders, and deacons who led the church in my absence. It is a great comfort to know that Cornerstone is served by men and women who love Christ, love his people, and gladly use their gifts for the good of the church. I hope you will join me in thanking them for their faithful service.
Your servant,
