A city pastor in a country church. After feeling called to preach and being in my early years of preparation, I was led to pastor a country church. I was a city boy and had never spent much time on a farm. That became evident as I got oriented to pastoring a country church. There were no signs to tell what time church started.
On the first Sunday, toward evening in Daylight Saving Time, I asked a group of the men talking outside what time church would start. They all laughed. Then the chairman of deacons said, “It starts about dark-thirty.”
I had lived by a clock and deadlines all of my life, so I wasn’t prepared for a clock-less Sunday starting time. The farmers explained to me that the cows couldn’t tell the difference in Daylight Saving Time or Standard Time. They just needed to be milked when they were full of milk. I soon adjusted to life by the sun and not a clock. [Read more…]