Picking blueberries. Here in southern Virginia the thermometer has been in the mid nineties with high humidity. Of course, that’s when blueberries become ripe and beg to be picked. We drove a short distance to Pungo yesterday and set out with buckets in hand, me with a wide brim hat and long sleeve sun protection shirt, because without a cloud in the sky, the sun was blazing. As I picked I realized that what seems easy becomes harder as one moves deeper into the bush, holding branches aside to reach the larger, riper treasures hidden beyond a casual reach. As I strained to reach those treasures I thought of how all who practice interim ministry learn that when we help a congregation remember and voice what sometimes is hidden is like revealing treasure. And it can be hard work!
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