As I say, not a crisis, but certainly a concern. I have been in a state of internal panic most of the fall and into the winter. My imagination runs wild. I see the Fall of Jerusalem and Crash of '29 rolled into one. I try to sleep, but the sheep I count turn into bouncing checks.
Red ink covers everything.
Mostly, however, I feel been feeling guilt for having failed my calling. Surely, if I had made more visits, preached better sermons, taught stewardship better, loved my people more, been a better pastor, this would never have happened. People must be sending a message. They're unhappy, hurt, feeling disenfranchised. This is all my fault.