For the past seven years we have been living on the shore of Lake Michigan in Northeast Wisconsin and lighthouses are a part of our culture here as well. We recently visited Eagle Rock lighthouse in Door County and I insisted to my wife that we pay a silly amount of money to take a tour of the lighthouse and the living quarters that the Captain and his family lived in until the 1930's. It was AWESOME! Also, in our town there is lighthouse and I have spent time at the base of it fishing for salmon in the spring and fall. No matter which lighthouse I visited or fished by I was enamored with the importance of the lighthouse and it's attendants. Lives depended up their faithfulness and dependability. If they failed to keep their promise to keep the beacon lit people would die.
Recently I heard a song by "The Rend Collective Experiment" called My Lighthouse. Here are some of the words.
In my wrestling and in my doubts.
In my failures You won't walk out.
Your great love will see me through.
You are the peace in my troubled sea
My lighthouse, shining in the darkness,
I will follow you.
My lighthouse, I will trust the promise,
You will carry me safe to shore.
This past Sunday we sang this song at church again and as I led I found my self singing these words with a new understanding. You see, three weeks ago I found out my time at the church I have been worship pastor of for the past seven years is coming to an end. Needless to say, my world is rocking. My family and I had planned on staying here for many, many more years but God has other plans.
The decision seemingly came out of the blue but as I look back in hindsight, there were markers along the way that were pointing to this. I think I just chose to ignore them or honestly missed them. Nothing bad or immoral happened, it was simply the fact that the rest of the leadership team was going in one direction and I couldn't go with them.
In this decision I found myself asking questions like, "What could I have done differently?" "What could they have done differently?" "Could there be a middle ground?" If I honestly answer these questions I would have to say, nothing, nothing and no. Other questions raced through my mind and words like failure, parked themselves in my brain. I have to fight to get them out of there. I began to realize that it is simply the fact that God is doing something different in me then He is in them and He is calling me to a different place. I can accept that but it still hurts. This is my home, it is my family's home. I don't want to go!
Today is the first day in three weeks in which I began to loosen my grip and let go. I found myself sitting at my desk and crying tears of sadness because I was letting go of something I dearly loved. I haven't felt this way in almost 28 years when I grieved the death of my grandfather who I was incredibly close to. It hurts but I am reminded by the words of My Lighthouse, "...You will carry me safe to shore."
I need to keep my eyes focused on Jesus no matter how much the storm seems to be raging. I will keep my eyes on Jesus.