What is regret? By definition it is something you have done that impacted you or others negatively and now it weighs on your mind. It really isn't something that someone else has done that impacted you in a negative way. That really isn't 'regret.' Maybe someone rear ended you while you sat at a red light. That is something that happened. But regret something you could have avoided.

Having said that, I was asked recently what was my greatest regret in life and in the ministry. 

"Hmmm. Well, let's see. Hmmm. Well........ Nothing comes to mind." "WHAT? Nothing comes to mind? Your life has been perfect?" "Hah! Certainly not! There are things I wish had not happened and there might be some things I wish I had done differently, but no, nothing I regret. The Lord has been really good to me! Not in a material sense, but in a Spiritual sense, which is a lot more important to me."

And that pretty much ended that conversation. The closest I have ever really come to real regret was having to leave the last church I pastored. My health would not let me continue and I became depressed. For about a week. As time has gone by I see it was all a part of God's plan. They now have a pastor who can do the things I had become unable to do. They have the best Elder body I ever worked with and have now brought in a wonderful addition. The people are great. It was just time for everyone to move on. My health is greatly improved, and they are in very good hands, so there is nothing to regret.

In fact, looking back at life I don't see missed opportunities or anything like that. What I see is.....well......weirdness. Not weirdness in a bad way, but weirdness in a weird way.

1982. Hialeah FL. (suburb of Miami) We had taken our Youth somewhere in the church van. We had returned to the church and the kids had exited the van and were standing in a group on the sidewalk talking to Marsha. Recently a strange man had been attending our church. When I say 'strange,' I mean in a frightening way. He was building a spaceship in his back yard so he could go to a planet that was experiencing drought and help them out. His name was Phil. As I came around the front of the van he walked up. "Hey Phil! What's up?" "I've come for Noelvys. Taking her with me to that planet." Noelvys was one of our Youth. "You know Phil, I don't think Noelvys wants to go to that planet." With that, Phil pulled out a pistol and said, "Doesn't matter. She's going and you aren't going to stop me!" I have no idea what came over me, but I grabbed his hand and slammed it against the door of the van. I heard crunching and he dropped the gun and ran off crying. The police picked him up the next day, so I guess he missed his flight.

Now, dealing with a guy with a gun would be weird for anyone in the ministry, but I dealt with three other people with guns over the years, as well. Now that is weird.

2002. October. Different church, different state. The church was going to celebrate 135 years of existence. The church's first baptism had been on the very first Sunday in October in 1867 and had been in Lake Erie. By 2002 the church had a baptistry which we had used for all our baptisms. However, for the 135 anniversary the Elders wanted to have a baptismal service in Lake Erie. We had seventeen people awaiting baptism and I was sure they would say no. Lake Erie is not user friendly in October. But to my surprise, they all thought it was a great idea! So, I grudgingly went along with the plan.

Lake Erie was not friendly that day. Sunny, but cold. Waves very much over our heads. I nearly lost the first person I walked out. A wave crashed over us and he came up spitting and asked if he was baptized yet. I told him no. When the baptizer goes down with the baptizee, it really isn't a baptism. Just a near drowning. Finally, after sixteen people had been properly (more or less) baptized, the last one came splashing out. Twelve years old. I was beat. Couldn't wait to get back. Turned to face the beach just as the biggest wave hit. Because she was smaller, we had moved inshore quite a bit. The wave hit and smashed my face into the pebbled bottom of the Lake. I came up bleeding, she came up choking and I very quickly baptized her. But the real bad one was number eight. She came out wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I had come in to lead her out and I said to her softly, "Why the sweatsuit?" "Cause it is cold and I don't want to get cold!" "That thing is going to fill up with water and it will be heavy and you will freeze!" "No no, I'm good. Let's go!" By the time we got we got to the depth to baptize, the sweatsuit was soaked. She weighed twice as much as normal. Baptized her and really struggled to bring her up. Walked her part way back and then her husband splashed out to take her. When she got up to where she was only about knee deep, her soddened sweatpants fell down. Most of the folks on the beach were drinking coffee and one of the men said to me later, "Wow! Drinks and a show!" At the time I was not amused, but now it is really funny.

Many other things have happened that would be discouraging to some, but to me they have taught lessons and, at times, made me laugh. I mean, I passed out at the wheel once and ran one of our church ladies off the road! Today we can laugh at it (sort of). One day at a funeral home a lady gave me a hug and I didn't even know I needed a hug, and it was awesome. And I suppose that is the point here. When we follow the Lord, He takes care of things. Not always the way we want. In fact, almost never the way we want. But then we see His way is so much better than our way. We think of the great figures in the Bible. They didn't know where following the Lord was going to take them, but they followed anyway.

And if they didn't follow Him, they had nothing but regrets.