Sunset Lane - Idaho
Sunset Lane
I am settling into the parsonage on Sunset Lane with my daughter’s dog, Buster. Although we were both basket cases last week, with stress and anxiety, this week we are having fun. There is drudgery and work to be done so we unpack several boxes every evening. Our reward is the sunset walk we take each evening as the sun is going down.
The high desert sunsets are magnificent, unlike anything I have seen for years. Maybe I am spoiled because there is smoke in the air from the distant wild fires in California. This Idaho community reminds me of my childhood. I grew up on the edge of Havre, Montana next to farm land. The train tracks are between me and the old church downtown. Behind my house are alfalfa fields. Buster and I walk down Sunset Lane to Polk Road and within one block we are in farm land, the wheat is so thick and lush, not like the dry land wheat of Northern Montana. I love the smells of the crops. You can almost smell them growing.
My five hour mornings at the Church fly by, there is so much to do and I am not in a groove yet so everything takes me longer than I hope it will someday. My office has been a hub of activity, meetings, and conversations. It will be so easy to fall in love with my congregation, even the ones I disagree with. My ministry mentor and friend, Gerry, describes this as my honeymoon period. I have waited three years to fall in love with a new church, and this is worth the wait.
We have not had our first argument, but I expect that we will. That will be okay, I am not perfect. I am a rookie, and besides that, you can never please all the people, not even most of the time. I try to live so that I do not provoke unimportant arguments. I like to choose which hills I am willing to die on. There are many divisive issues that I could raise where my beliefs may be different from the leaders of this Church, but my focus right now is on all the many areas where we are in consensus. I am also enjoying the discovery of the many and wonderful ways that this appointment is a divine match.
This week I met with the banker who lent the church the money for the subdivision and new church. He was tanned and smiling, fresh from a vacation on the beach in Mexico. He was calm and sensible, like the bankers I used to know. Mergers, acquisitions, and multinational banking practices may be like the dot.com boom and bust. Maybe the bankers who still have the knowledge and instincts to apply the Five C’s of lending will survive this banking bust.
Anyway, this young man was refreshing. The most endearing thing about him was the story he told about a Mexican server at his resort. She waited on them everyday. Her base salary of $5 per day was only enough to cover her bus ride to and from the resort. She and her family survived on the tips (and I would add that she is likely much better off than most of her community). The banker befriended her and found out that her dream was to own a washing machine. She had been saving money for a long time to buy one. A few days before they left, the banker and his siblings pooled their cash and bought her a new washing machine. I could tell from the conversation that it touched his life. Because of his act of generosity, he will never be the same. He no longer takes the blessings of living in Idaho for granted. It will be a pleasure to work with this young banker. I wonder whether he goes to Church and where.
Sunset Lane is my new home and I think it is beautiful. God has blessed me indeed and expanded my perspective, the sky is as big and blue as Montana here... and I am a Big Sky girl.
Praise be to God.



