I served in a church with Nancy (not her name), one of our esteemed administrators. Repercussions from Nancy’s deeply scarred childhood reverberated throughout her life. During her early years, her mother, in a rage, killed Nancy’s father.
Somehow Nancy excelled at school.
When she joined our staff, we advanced. Once, our staff surprised Nancy by painting her office her favorite color, hot pink!
Years later, Nancy suggested that it was time for her to move on. I asked her to reconsider. She did.
At the time, our church faced tension-producing difficulties. Our new building complex stretched our budget. And, I had returned from vacation to a letter from one of the leaders who believed I misunderstood God’s calling. I never should have been a pastor. And he let others know.
Nancy told me I surprised her by the way I treated this man. We talked about Jesus’ challenging command: Mt 5:44: “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.”
A few years later, Nancy renewed her request to leave. It was time.
At her farewell party, Nancy gave me a clock engraved with: “Love never fails”