I arrived late Tuesday evening from the far west, the northern part of the west. I am one of the pastors of First Reformed Church in Oak Harbor, WA on Whidbey Island. Whidbey Island is known for its foggy mornings and rainy afternoons. Though, I'm now three time zones away from that fog, I think this morning I may have come out of a different fog that the three hour time difference between here and there has left hovering over me.
In my experience, this year's Synod has been a combination of inspiring (our whole lives, the whole gospel, the whole world), a little confusing (are we celebrating the 188 new rca congregations, or questioning their "reformed-ness, or both?), weighty (will the Belhar Confession be placed as an equal next to our three historic confessions?), tense (Can the Belhar Confession be used as to affrim the place of praciticing homosexual people in the church?), personal (the Voskuils are freinds of mine and their daughter Elizabeth is a good friend of my wife Kristyn, Elizabeth is currently in a GR hospital), and full (I'm not sure how we will be able to conclude all the business before us by Tuesday afternoon). As my heart and mind bounce from inspired to confused and from tense to personal, I'm reminded of Paul's words to the church in Ephesus, "You are the fullness of him who fills all in all."
We're doing the work of the church, and somehow, mysteriously as we do our work, the one who "fills all in all" makes his fullness realized.