I’ve been told that church planting is an occupation with extreme highs and lows, and I am coming to believe it. But I’m not complaining.

I’d much rather put up with the occasional low point than monotony. Monotony in an emotional lobotomy. Everything becomes a level plain. Monotony makes everything predictable and familiar, but it also removes the exhileration that comes when you experience the heights.

The emotional lows make the mountaintops all the more scenic and exciting. I’ve seen the truth of that in the past few days. Today a man pulled up a chair next to me and asked, without prompting, “what do you do for a living?” I felt a rush as I gave him an “ask” brochure that invites participation in our plant.

Later in the afternoon I got a post from a community contact I had been praying about. I now have an appointment with him in a few weeks.

I don’t know what the result of all this will be, however, I believe that this is headed in a direction that God has set. That’s an experience you can’t have on the prarie. It only occurs in the mountain heights.

This reminds me of what the grandmother says in Parenthood. She said she’d rather ride the roller coaster than the ferris wheel because of the monotony of the ferris wheel. Amen.