28 Years of Being the Reverend
Twenty-eight years ago on this day, August 28, 1988 in the presence of family and friends at the Reid Memorial Presbyterian Church in Augusta, Georgia, with the Reverend Dr. G. Daniel McCall preaching, I was ordained in the Presbyterian Church of the United States of America as a Minister of Word and Sacrament.
I have been known as the Reverend David W. Dendy for the last 28 years…
I love Thursdays!!
It’s that time again for Thursday’s Thoughts from Pastor David
I was serving a church in Augusta, Georgia (they have a nice little golf tournament there every year), and I went away for a week for a conference.
Upon my return, one of the wisest elderly ladies I have ever met, Mrs. Berry asked me how the conference went.
I went into detail the people I met, the objectives of the course, the joy of “getting away” and the overall satisfaction of a fulfilling conference.
I concluded my comments with Mrs. Berry with this statement.
“It was a mountain top experience…”
The pregnant pause, the smile on Mrs. Berry’s wrinkled face slowly stretching from ear to ear and the twinkle in her eighty plus year old eyes piercing my very heart brought my soul and mind to a quick stop.
The follow up was hearing her sweet southern accent drawl out this next statement which has stuck like tar to my heart for the last twenty-five years.
“David… just remember… nothing ever grows on the mountain top… Everything always and only grows in the valley…”
Our family had the complete privilege and joy of spending ten days together on a much anticipated Hawaiian vacation on the island of Maui. Our family was celebrating two 2016 mileposts – Julie turning a half a century and our fifteenth wedding anniversary!
Two days after our arrival the Dendy family arrived at slip #55 at the harbor to embark on a snorkeling adventure on the “Maui Magic.” We bounded on to the boat around 7:30 in the morning full of anticipation. Fresh fruit and muffins found their way on to my plate before the boat launched. My typical gregarious self was in full motion in meeting the awesome crew and other passengers. After getting our instructions and making sure the other forty passengers were safely on board, off we went to the island of Molokini!
About halfway to Molokini, my wife Julie asked for me to look for something underneath my seat. I bent my head over to look and quickly realized I would not be able to fulfill her request.
Is it true “Variety is the Spice of Life?”
I love change.
Change can be a great motivator.
I love the spicy variety life brings day in and day out.
Spice it up is what I say!!
A lady came in to my office years ago and here was her plight…
“Every time I pull into the driveway, my stomach turns topsy turvy.
I never know what I am coming home to…
Some days my husband is as sweet as candy.
Other days he is as sour as a lemon.
Some days he’s drunk, fast asleep.
Others, he is in full “let’s get it done” mode.
How sad it is, I prefer the days he’s drunk fast asleep.
Some days he’s verbally and physically abusive.
Other days, my arrival is met with complete silence.
David, I would love to know what I am coming home to each and every day…
Doesn’t sound like “variety” is adding the right kind of spices to this lady’s life.