So, I haven’t really shared the news: I am now the solo pastor of a church.
First Christian is small congregation located in Mahtomedi, a suburb of St. Paul. The church was in St. Paul until the mid-90s when it sold its old building and moved to Mahtomedi. Their former pastor was there for about 20 years and left in June.
I’ve been here close to a month and enjoy it. I’m kind of a cross between a Supply Pastor and an Interim Pastor. The closes description is what Presbyterians call at Stated Supply Pastor, which is actually how I’ve listed myself.
What’s been interesting is that a few days into this, it suddenly hits me that I’m pastoring a church. By myself. Something I didn’t think I was capable of.
It’s during those quiet moments of clarity that a certain question comes to the fore:
What the (bleep) did I get myself into?
Being a solo pastor is different from being on a pastoral staff. I keep worrying that I’m going to crash the church into a tree or something.
This has me remembering something my friend and mentor Bob Brite said on many an occasion: “…and God, the practical joker that she is.”
So, I start a new journey, one I wasn’t really looking for. God help me.
The Clockwork Pastor 
Congratulations. And drive carefully. 😀