When my canoe journey concluded at Cape Horn in 1989, I returned to Michigan to finish my undergraduate degree and a Master of Divinity at Garrett Evangelical Theological Seminary. I began serving a two-point charge, Bell Oak and Williamston United Methodist Churches in Michigan, 1995. During my years as local pastor, the verse that continued coming to mind and heart was "feed my sheep." Eventually, after adopting six children, I recognize and admit to being a loaves and fishes operator. In contrast with my son Steven's meal prep., I notice that I'm a stingy cook. I'm always trying to stretch the dollar. The recipe calls for sour cream and I leave it out. We are feeding 8 people at the table and those who drop in so I cut the juice with water. When I have failed at "feeding my sheep" it is because I have been too practical.
Day 23 of transplant, I am hearing a new call -- "take up your pallet and walk." When physical therapy comes and accompanies me on a stroll I know that I am taking up my pallet and walking. But, I want to know to know more. What does the call to take up your pallet and walk look like? Is it more than getting out of the hospital bed? Where am I walking on neuropothied feet? Talk to me Jesus.