Tomorrow I’m registering for what is probably my last year, for a long time, of formal studies. Its one more year of work stuck in the books before entering the world of full-time pastoring. Its a bit scary actually. I’ve become used to my books, I’ve become used to choosing when and where to preach and I’ve become used to hiding behind the fact that I’m currently in transit as an excuse for not being missional enough. All that ends at the end of this year – and all I’ll be left with is the missional cold turkey. The place where the rubber hits the road. Its the place where you have to learn things never taught at seminaries or bible colleges – things that really can’t be taught in those institutions, even the finest ones. Its the place where you can’t see what’s coming around the next corner. Its the place where anxiety reaches heights you didn’t think possible.
But I wouldn’t give it up for the world. Being given the chance to live missionally and lead others in living missionally in such a way that God is glorified and Christ is exalted is just about as flippin’ exciting as it gets.
As the psalmist says, ‘Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart‘ (Ps. 37:4) – he really will.