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a time for change

yesterday in worship at my church it was announced that as of July i would become the pastor at the Catawissa Avenue United Methodist Church in Sunbury, Pennsylvania.  this is an appointment in a new conference, a change that has been part of our plan for a long time.  since both shannon's family and my family live in pennsylvania, we have been thinking about getting back to pennsylvania,  this year, the opportunity finally presented itself in a new way, and we were fortunate enough to be offered an appointment there.  while we are very excited about the homecoming, as well as the new opportunities for ministry in a new setting where i will be the solo pastor, we are also in a time of grieving for the leaving will be doing here in clinton.  we have come to love it here, and will deeply miss the friends we have made here.  it is a strange juxtaposition of mixed emotions. 

so we would appreciate your prayers as we pack.  as we prepare to move.  as we transition.  as we find healthy and graceful ways to say goodbye.  as we try to help someone else get used to the idea of serving here in clinton.  and as we work towards doing ministry in a new state, a new town, a new church with new people. 

we are grateful to God for the many many blessings along this journey of ours.  and we are thankful to each one of you for your love and support of us. 

(ps.  the picture above on the left is a watercolor of the clinton united methodist church by shelley kays.  the one on the right is a picture of the catawissa avenue united methodist church that i got from their website)

(ps 2: if you were hoping to find my sixth lent collage, check back in tomorrow and i will have it for you to see then)


NJ Grandma said…
OMG - congratulations Greg and Shannon - I know this is what you have wanted and God speed to you both as you move into the next part of your journey. I hope you still stay in touch with us all back here in Toms River - we are very excited for you. ~Gail~
Emoly said…
best of luck to you!!! You are in my prayers as you pack and move. I'm also being very selfish because I'm excited that you'll be closer to us!!! ;) See you soon.
Greg C. said…
In the words of Michael W. Smith:
"Friends are friends forever if the Lord's the Lord of them....
We'll keep you close as always...."
A powerful song I first heard when we were leaving Illinois that has lived in my heart since then. (Not so sure about the "it won't even seem you've gone" line, tho!). Anyway, we'll 'sing' it for you, Shannon, Jack and Cade. And yes, keep you all in our prayers.
JJ said…
Congratulations! That's really exciting news...I'm sure both of your families are thrilled. I can imagine that it is bittersweet, though. Blessings to all of you as you move through those tensions.

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