John Corson's Blog

for October 9, 2021


To be read to the beat of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas"

"Twas the night before Sunday, and going through my mind:
How many folks in Church tomorrow will I find.

The sermon is ready and prepared with all care;
As I sit here hoping that many will be there.

Many are sitting now watching their TV
Some watching cable, some watching NBC.

Janice is rooting for the Alabama Tides
And I sit here with Reggie by my side.

When out of my brain there arose a wild thought:
What is many are out tomorrow and few are taught.

Why do I worry what tomorrow may bring
Just preach the sermon and joyously sing

Many will be gone and some will be sick
Just ignore the numbers and wounds I should lick.

Some will be there and a few will be happy,
Just smile and and get through it snappy.

I wish I could come and see the church turning around
With more people coming and new faces abound

But I am told to be content and never pout
Pastoring a church is what it's all about.

If three show up then it's worth it all
Then I can go home with lowered head and ball.

Tomorrow may be inevitable and not be all that bad
After it's over and done, let me be happy and glad

For vacation begins this Wednesday, off for two weeks
God help me keep my mind on the mountains and creeks

Yes, tomorrow is that day when I discover where I stand in the ratings. It's often been compared to being a football head coach or baseball manager. When the attendance is up and the offerings are good, you are having a winning season, when they go down, especially over consecutive Sundays then you are having a bad season.

Windsor Baptist Church has, for over the last 29 years, had loosing or average seasons. There were a few years we were over .500, a few under, and it looks like this year we will be even over last year. Looking back, we have had four losing seasons in a row until this year. 2016 was the year in which we started things gung-ho, but by late October, our children's program collapsed, the few young families we had left to go to Elevate Church or one of the others outside of Windsor, and we were left with all the 55+ folks. 2017, 2018, 2019 and especially 2020 with the pandemic, were slow but steady declines. I felt like the coach of a team that was being beaten by everyone and everything outside. But there has been this leveling off recently for which I am most grateful.

WBC is my church. We were made for each other. I am mediocre, they are mediocre. I am determined to carry on, they are determined to keep on. I am open to ideas, they are open to ideas as well. One difference is that they want someone to do the work, for they are tired and seriously believe it's time for someone else to chip in and do something. I am somewhat tired too, but I have to do the chipping as, by default, it comes back on me lest it doesn't get done.

I have one or two folks in the last couple of weeks who have asked if I have contemplated retiring and am planning on retiring soon. My answer is no, but the thought has crossed my mind. In fact, it crosses it a lot these days. I feel so ineffective these days. What I need is a charge. And I have one coming up with this vacation.

Janice and I will go out to the western part of the state and into West Virginia first. Stop of a day or two and see the foliage (since we don't get that here in Hampton Roads anymore, and haven't but once since 2012). Then we will be in Canton, Ohio to celebrate my son's 40th birthday on the 16th which will also serve as his first day as an unemployed Executive Chef. He will say he is a former Executive Chef as he will soon start a new career. We will go to the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in Cleveland and the next day to the NFL Football Hall of Fame. Then, on Tuesday, Brad picks up the truck and we will start packing his stuff, leaving to come back on Wednesday. We will probably stop off somewhere in Northern Virginia to spend another day just admiring God's creation and come back home on Friday the 20th. We will get Brad settled in and I will take off for Maryland to do some reminicing of the good ole days. I won't stay long because that state is completely overrun with socialists and communists of all sorts and to be caught there, even with an unloaded gun could get me sentenced to the death penalty which they have a moritorium on, but may be willing to make an exception for people like me.

As much as I hate to admit it, I am not looking forward to tomorrow. I already know of ten regulars that won't be there as they will be out of town. Aw, the blessings of being retired: you can go anywhere anytime. The sad fact of the matter is that I know of about twenty who won't be there when one the first Sunday of my absence Lindsey Poteat will be preaching and everyone loves Lindsey. He is just coming at the wrong time. Many won't be there the following Sunday either as some have an issue or two concerning the man substituting for me that day while others had prior commitments. It's all the pettiness that gets me mad, sad and disillusioned.

So what will I come back to on Sunday, October 31st? Will it be to a group of monsters, ghouls and zombies? I don't think so. But it wouldn't surprise me that I will come back to a different number of folks absent and others ready to sit and nod off while I try to make a point about what it means to be a Saint. I mean, afterall, October 31st is "All Saints Eve" or "All Hallows Eve." I wonder how many saints will be there that Sunday. They say time will tell. Oh how I wish the words of that Rush song could come true and that I were singing it back in 1982:

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath before I start off again
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening with a drink and a friend

I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back, but I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Time stand still

Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger

Man, what is wrong with me now?

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Blogs are about the blogger. It's as if he or she merely toots their own horns about the things they do, say and love.

My life is boring. I read, I watch Glenn Beck and Mark Levin. I listen to Andrew Wilkow. I engage in some conversation with those who are willing to listen (they being masochistic and enjoy killing themselves with my banter).

I plan on just laying out the things that bother me and the things I love. Nothing in-between. I hope you find whatever I put here amusing.