Sunday was my 35th birthday. It was much like any Sunday--wake up, shower, prepare a sermon, go to church. After church I stopped at the book store, then at the library to check my email since I was without phone or internet service. (It's back today. Apparently some jack was unplugged at the phone company. I went without phone service for five days because someone unplugged the wrong thingy?!) By the time I got home I was tired, and since I had only slept about four hours the night before, I went to bed.
I woke up from a short nap and I was lying in bed contemplating my next move. "Put on pants" was definitely one of the top contenders in the Next Action field, but I still didn't have a reason to Get Out of Bed: Put on Pants. I heard a knocking at the apartment door and some people moving around, the fridge door opening and closing, all of which I attributed to my roommate Mitchell. Then there was a soft knock at my bedroom door.
"MMmmmf!" I said, which translates to "I hear and acknowledge your presence, but don't open the door because I am in my underwear. Speak."
"Are you asleep?" It was Craig, the leader of our Service Adventure Unit and not-infrequent visitor to our pad.
"No. I was. Now I'm just lying here. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just going to look at some books here."
"OK."
Roll over. Did he come over here just to rifle through my library? Is he waiting for me? Investigate. Commence Operation Get Out of Bed: Put on Pants. I came out into the living room and the Service Adventurers were waiting in the kitchen with a cake and ice cream. We sang the song, ate the cake (very moist cake, Craig) and hung out for a while.
Later that evening, Mitchell and Craig, some friends of theirs and I went to the Moose's Tooth for pizza. We had a long wait for a table but while we were standing around in the parking lot, I ran into Ryan, who is a Mennonite pastor from Indiana who is taking a sabbatical in Alaska. He was there with his sister Christine, who occasionally comes to church. I knew he was coming, but I didn't expect to run into him at a restaurant. Ryan also started pastoring in his twenties and he told me that turning 35 was a good thing because that was when other pastors started taking him seriously. So I have that to look forward to.
It was a good birthday. I honestly hadn't expected anything, so it was a nice surprise. I welcome good food and good company any day of the year. It's especially nice to get both on your birthday. Stay tuned for my sabbatical plans as they are rapidly taking shape.