Harar Quixotic
I write about the ways God is stretching me, the thoughts of the day, and bits of randomness.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
The Pastoral Life
Life as a pastor isn't always Arcaidian bliss. Sometimes the sheep smell like poo. Still a shepherd I am, and a shepherd I must be.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment