It's that time of year again. Lots of traffic in the Walmart parking lot. Middle aged parents dropping off their little darlings at the dorm. Music pumping out of the Pike house (frat house across the street from MH) on Wednesday night and Thursday night - honestly, every night . School is back in session. Our town has a love/hate relationship with the students. Sometimes I hear a collective moan in August from some of the "old timers" of Amherst.
I often think about wearing a GoPro while I go about my days to record all that I see God doing in the lives of our church members. As a pastor, I have the privilege of having a front row seat to many of the unfolding stories that make up the family of MERCYhouse.