On Saturday afternoon Heather and h and I went to Tonganoxie to see the parsonage to which we’ll be moving this summer. The current pastor and his wife were incredibly gracious showing us the house, talking about their experiences in it, and entertaining h (while there she managed to get both a banana and some chocolate from the current pastor’s wife and had fun rolling a big balance ball around from room to room). It was great to see what will be our new home and Heather and I both left excited about what life will look and feel like in the church’s parsonage.
The thing that struck me the most though was a relatively simple statement made by the current pastor’s wife. As we looked at the backyard she said, “Let me know what you want in the garden. I’ll get it planted and then you can have good veggies through the summer and fall.”
Her forethought and generosity will yield fruit (or veggies) that my family will be able to enjoy. She will invest work and energy into something this spring knowing that she will never see the harvest. She will do this knowing that the harvest will be a blessing that provides nourishment to those who will come after her.
I will likely use this story as a sermon illustration for years to come. More importantly, I hope to model this generosity in my own life and in clergy transitions of which I am a part in the future.