Looking Back…

As I sit at my kitchen table writing this I realize that, after a busy two years, this is the last article I will author as your Senior Warden.  This position gives one a unique and intimate view of the internal workings of the parish and its trials and tribulations.  In addition, having an office on the second floor gives me an extra peek as to how things work at St. John’s.  Like most therapists, I am interested in not just ‘what’ works, but ‘why’ it works.  So why is St. John’s growing -- in numbers, in pledge dollars, in new ministries… and in energy?

I see new physical space in our revamped parking lot and our remodeled kitchen, with new opportunities for parish functions and entertainment.  I see remodeled bathrooms and the addition of a gender-neutral bathroom.  I see freshly painted halls and classrooms, and the addition of digital marquis announcing parish events.

I see a Vestry that is engaged, respectful of one another and the parishioners they lead as they engage in some important conversations around the exit of Manna Meal and the calling of a new rector.

I see new ministries popping up constantly, some revived from previous years and others newly formed.  I’d like to share more about that at our annual meeting on January 11 or in a separate article, since they are numerous and beyond the scope of this letter.

Lastly, I see a spirit-filled rector in Eric, who has beautifully transitioned into his role as our parish leader, exceeding our expectations each day he is with us.  We pray that he continues to take care of himself while attending to the needs of this vibrant congregation he has helped to create!

I believe that the mark of a good leader is one who invites others into leadership and steps aside when their time is up. I look forward to this new chapter in my church service, promising to support and walk with you into the future of our beloved parish in new and different ways.

Loving you and keeping you in my daily prayers,

Diane

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