|Pastors Need Friends Born for Adversity|
When beloved congregants turned on me, who could I trust for advice?
Not too many years ago I got lost in the woods near Linville, a small village high in the North Carolina mountains. I had been the Sunday speaker for summertime worship at the Wee Kirk and stayed over for a day to relax. Midafternoon my dog, Wrangler, and I went for a walk in the woods. I’d walked there before and thought I knew the path pretty well; it wound a short distance around and back to a small lake. But as the sun began to set, it became clear that we were terribly lost.
My cell phone ...
Thursday, December 12, 2019
Pastors Need Friends Born for Adversity