The Lowcountry and the Emerald Isle, 7-22-13

May 18, 2016 | by: Father Chuck Owens | 0 comments

Tags: Padre's Ponderings

coOn Tuesday evening, July 2nd, Becky and I boarded a jet for an overnight flight from Charlotte, North Carolina, to Dublin, Ireland. Our original itinerary called for us to begin our journey two days earlier but thunderstorm-forced flight cancellations drastically altered our plans. Obviously the Lord had a different schedule in mind for us, one that would better accomplish His purposes. While in transit, our hosts from the Diocese of Kilmore, Elphin and Ardagh developed a strategy for recouping the lost time that launched us at 7:00am Wednesday morning into an intense season of learning, teaching, preaching, observing and growing among and with our Irish partners in "Building Biblical Anglicans for a Global Age."

Given that this mutual ministry is in its fourth year, one might expect the work to be a bit less trying; but I've not found that to be the case. Rather, as the faces have become more familiar and the friendships deeper, I've experienced a growing sense of urgency akin to that I feel at The Church of the Cross. There's so much potential and so little time and the stakes are enormous . . . in the Lowcountry and the Emerald Isle.

2230That said, on the return flight two days ago much of my time was spent in prayer; and, most appropriately I believe, Becky was frequently the focus. Could God have placed a more wonderful person by my side - I think not! With respect to being my partner in ministry: she moves easily between the spotlight and the shadows, is comfortable amidst previously unknown people and surroundings, sees the best in all, exudes both confidence and humility, leads with quiet strength, and strives tirelessly to be an ambassador for Christ. With respect to being my wife: she is the epitome of love, a source of unbounded mercy and forgiveness, an honest critic and yet an unashamed advocate, and a beauty to behold at any hour and in every circumstance with a disposition to match. Becky is indeed the starch in my shirt and the empathy in my tears . . . such is the range of her influence in my life. And for the honor of serving the Lord by her side both at home and abroad, I say, "Thanks be to God!"

In His Power and for His Glory,

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