“Hitherto the Lord hath been our help” (I Samuel 7:12).
We’ve come this far by faith; I can almost see the lights of home from here.
Meanwhile, we who are in this body do groan (2 Corinthians 5:2).
This morning I thought, “I’m going to miss this neighborhood. I’m going to miss my early morning walks down these wide, empty streets.”
Today was the last Thursday I’ll be doing this. The movers come on Tuesday.
I don’t actually live in New Orleans proper. River Ridge–my home since May 1994–is a western suburb, an unincorporated barnacle on the underbelly of metro N.O. I pastored First Baptist Church of Kenner, across the street from the airport, from 1990 into 2004 before becoming director of missions for the SBC churches. Since 2009, my retirement ministry has kept me running. Meanwhile, I have continued living in this house and worshiping at the same church. Now, that is all about to change. Margaret, my wife of 52+ years, died in January 2015. Twelve months later my son Neil moved his family to Mobile to be closer to his job. In February of this year, I met Bertha. The widow of a seminary classmate of mine was teaching English in a community college just outside Jackson, MS. Within a day or two, we both knew that “this” was the Lord’s doing. We’ve chosen a house in metro Jackson MS (the northern suburb of Ridgeland) and as I sell here, I’m buying that one.
I’m moving to Jackson in a few days.