Today I turned thirty-seven.
I have been married for almost fifteen years.
My daughter is ten.
My son is seven.
I have been in ministry for fifteen years.
Pastoral ministry for eight years.
Ordained for almost one.
I have one Bachelor's
and two Master's
I have conducted a performance of
I have been in 18 countries
and 43 states.
I have played Harold Hill.
I have had singing.
The thirty-six to thirty-seven birthday
is not a "biggie."
I don't qualify for anything new.
I don't gain a privilege.
It doesn't end in zero.
But it is nonetheless a good day.
Today I ate breakfast with my son at church.
I helped my daughter set up her new soccer goal.
Then it started snowing and so she went inside.
So I helped some friends haul brush.
(Yep, it was still snowing.)
Then my family took me out to lunch
at Lulu's Noodles downtown.
There were presents and cards
and phone calls.
Trivial Pursuit: Star Wars Edition
with my son.
He let me go first, since it was my birthday.
There was Saturday night worship
When you are a thirty-seven year old
people in the congregation think
one of two things:
You are young.
You are old.
When I ask,
How old do you think I am?
older people guess too young
and younger people guess too old.
I can still run up stairs
two at a time.
And I enjoy an occasional
I am thirty-seven years old.
And it's all good.
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