{"id":12666,"date":"2016-06-01T10:06:40","date_gmt":"2016-06-01T17:06:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/monkeymind\/?p=12666"},"modified":"2016-06-01T10:08:26","modified_gmt":"2016-06-01T17:08:26","slug":"like-sand-slipping-through-spread-fingers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/monkeymind\/2016\/06\/like-sand-slipping-through-spread-fingers.html","title":{"rendered":"Like Sand Slipping Through Spread Fingers"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

\"Oxherding_pictures,_No._10\"<\/a>
\nJust had coffee with the president of the congregation I\u2019m currently serving as interim minister. I not only like him, I admire him. I think our time together has made me a tiny bit better person. <\/p>\n

And, I\u2019m having this amazing feeling washing over me how this part of my life is slipping away more rapidly than sand through spread fingers. <\/p>\n

This was our last visit before my last Sunday before I really do end my life as a parish minister, twenty-four as called and settled (to use the jargon of this trade) and one year as an interim. <\/p>\n

Such wonder. <\/p>\n

It all flies by so fast. Trite words. True experience.<\/p>\n

It is all so mysterious. More complex words, but still falling short of what I\u2019ve experienced, and I wish I could convey\u2026<\/p>\n

Let me try again.<\/p>\n

I am so grateful. <\/p>\n