The best laid plans of mice and men . . .
Yeah, I know. Cliché’ me to death. “When God closes one door He opens another.” “It’s for the best.” “No sense in crying over spilt milk.” “It’s not the end of the world.” Sigh.
Unfortunately, it's the cliché’s that seem to express my feelings best when it comes to how my plans to become more active and in-the-thick-of-it in terms of serving my community did not pan out. Last month I applied for—and was appointed to—a position on our local Board of Review. On that board, I would have had an opportunity to come into direct contact with people in our community as they sought relief from property taxes. I viewed it as a good opportunity to serve people in ever broadening circles of influence. Rather like an extension of some aspects of my work as a local pastor.
However, it seems that there was a small technical, legal glitch: I live in a parsonage and therefore do not own any taxable property in the city limits myself, which in turn makes me ineligible to legally serve on the local Board of Review. So today I resigned from what is possibly the shortest and least productive Board of Review term in the history of our little city. Just a few weeks long and not even a meeting to show for it. Curse you, obscure legal jargon!
At a time when I feel an ever-increasing desire to help see our community thrive, missing out on that opportunity is a bit of an irritation. Still, from an irritating grain of sand a pearl is formed . . . or so I’ve been cliché’d. I’m confident that other opportunities will present themselves in the future, and when the time is right, those opportunities will come my way.
In the meantime, here’s to you, Hudson! May you thrive as God blesses you through the work of others!