Father, I confess that I am angry. All I can see are the imperfections of other drivers, of the road, and of the rules and their lack of enforcement. My own imperfections mock me, so loudly that I turn up the music in an effort to drown out the condemning voices in my head.
But you are my Father in Heaven. You alone are perfect, so I fix my eyes upon you. My imperfections and the imperfections of those around me are swallowed up in your stillness. The anger recedes, the voices cease, and I enter into the Father’s tranquility, and I continue my drive in contemplative silence.
Amen.
– Matt Fitzpatrick
Pastor Adam was born and raised in Seattle Washington always sensing God’s call to pastoral ministry. While attending Christian College he met Val, a nice girl from Orlando.