Good day

Lots of good stuff happened today. The day started badly: the dog stepped in my coffee. She’s old and blind, so it’s not her fault, but she ruined a perfectly good cup of coffee. I preached okay, but not as well as I had hoped. After the service, I met all sorts of people I’d never met before. They’ve been coming out for two years and up. There are all kinds of people who are connected to others but who have never met me. I was excited to hear some of their stories. Then, today, I came home and read this from Brian:

I’m at the point where the church either needs to “die” or be reborn into what God had in mind. “This” can’t be it.

I’m excited to read this. He blames me, but I just passed on what someone else passed on to me. Now we’re both infectious. (Brian, if you haven’t read The Present Future, you really should!) My brother called me contumacious today – someone who stubbornly refuses to conform or obey. (He should know. We both come from the same stock. Hello, Grandad!) Somebody should start a blog by that name. Not a bad badge to wear, if only for the right reasons. Update: I had a better day than this pastor.

Darryl Dash

Darryl Dash

I'm a grateful husband, father, oupa, and pastor of Grace Fellowship Church Don Mills. I love learning, writing, and encouraging. I'm on a lifelong quest to become a humble, gracious old man.
Toronto, Canada