spiritual roots

Amy and I landed in Austin around 3pm today and we spent the afternoon and early evening with Kermit and Cindi, the pastors of my home church in Austin. I have roots here.

Cindi's dad was pastor when I was a college student. Pastor baptized me in water as a new believer. He officiated my wedding. He dedicated Jonathan. Glad Tidings was my home church throughout college and when I returned while Barry and I served as campus pastors at the University of Texas.

Roots. They feel good. These dear people remember me as a college student. They've prayed for me, supported me, taught me, been proud of me...and every few years I get to return. Even driving into the parking lot made my eyes moist.

For those who stay while others go, thank you for giving us roots.