We finished the year by telling stories. We said the stories could feature heroes. But the heroes must be others (not ourselves). We said the stories could feature fools. But the fools must be ourselves (not others). And with those simple parameters, we had a truly lovely evening of laughing, celebrating, reflecting, and grieving.
I’m so proud of these women and men who worked together to lead “The Fellowship of the Hawk” through a most unusual year of ministry. They pursued God. They pursued each other. And they came out of the experience stronger, wiser, more mature, and more devoted to Jesus.
We’re saying good-bye to Regan and Dillon, as they graduate and move to southwest Ohio for new jobs and such. And while change almost always seems to produce some level of sadness, my dominant emotion at this end-of-the-school-year celebration was joy. Not happiness (which is more circumstantial). Deep, abiding joy. I was thankful for good stories by, about, and for good people.
I’m not even going to try and recapture those stories here, in this space. But I just wanted to tell the story that we told stories. And snapped a few group portraits. And it was good.