Pastor Call
St. John’s voters have placed a divine call to Pastor Aaron Duve, Holy Reedemer Lutheran Church, Port Huron, MI. Pastor Aaron Duve was born and raised in Michigan. He graduated from Martin Luther College in 2011 and Wisconsin Lutheran Seminary in 2015. He has been serving at Holy Redeemer since 2015. In his spare time he enjoys watching movies, hunting, gardening, and trying craft beers. Please keep him in your prayers as he deliberates this call.
VACANCY PASTOR AND NEW WORSHIP SCHEDULE
Vacancy Pastor
At our recent call meeting, Retired Pastor Curt Holub was called to be our next vacancy pastor. He will be serving us – and likely First Lutheran in La Crescent – from the beginning of July to early-to-mid October unless a pastor accepts a call to St. John’s and is installed before that time.
Pastor Rieke’s last service for us at St. John’s will be Sunday, June 23. We thank him for his care and leadership.
St. John’s will have only one worship service at 10:30am.
9:00am will be Bible Ed Hour, as scheduled – Fellowship Hour will be the first Sunday each month.
Other WELS congregations have earlier worship services.
8:30am at Trinity, Wilson and Zion in Hokah
9:00am First Lutheran in La Crescent and St. Luke’s in Pickwick
6:30pm on Mondays at First Lutheran, La Crescent
6:30pm on Thursdays at St. Luke’s, Pickwick
7:30pm on Wednesdays at Grace, Ridgeway
If you attend any of these churches and give your offering in a St. John’s offering envelope, it will make its way back to St. John’s in Nodine. You can also send offerings by mail. Our services will continue to be posted on YouTube.
Please be prayerful and patient, attend congregation meetings, read newsletters, bulletins, and emails as we continue together forward in faith with the ministry at St. John’s. Contact the school office phone or email with any questions. office@stjohnsnodine.org 507-643-6440
Looking Back and Looking Ahead
As I approach retirement, I can’t help but looking back and see all the unexpected twists and turns
- that I never could have foreseen
- that have become such great blessings for me.
As Assignment Day approached in the spring of 1982, I dreamed of being called to a nice, cushy suburban congregation. When I heard that I had received a call to Central Africa, I experienced for the first time in my life my jaw dropping to the ground. I wasn’t excited. I was scared! Because I couldn’t think of a good reason to decline the call, I accepted – hardly the epidemy of willing service.
In those days, most missionaries only stayed in Africa for three years. But when three years were finished, we weren’t ready to leave. Zambia was now home. Another five years went by. The Lord blessed us with three children, and Sue was pregnant a fourth time when we were asked to move to Malawi. We accepted that redeployment…and the very next day we found out that Sue was infanticipating…twins. That was the second time I felt my jaw drop to the ground. Thirteen more years went by. We started sending our kids to Luther Prep School in Watertown for high school.
As the mission field was shrinking in the aftermath of the economic downturn following 9/11, I decided it was time to return to the USA and do what I trained for – become a pastor. But, unlike today, there weren’t many vacancies. Eventually we did receive a call to Immanuel in La Crosse, following in the footsteps of a legend there. Again, it was a little scary, but it all came together.
Then in 2012, I was called to serve as a missionary in India. Maybe I had learned from the past, but my jaw didn’t drop to the ground at that point. We accepted that call, even though the work and the living conditions were not so great, and we pretty much figured that would be where we would serve until retirement.
That all changed in 2018 when I was told by the Indian government that I would not be allowed to return to India. Lots of things happened over the next eight months. I wasn’t ready to retire, but even though there were plenty of vacancies, no calls came my way. Eventually First called. Then Covid came. Then a vacancy at St. John’s, and another vacancy at St.John’s.
There’s no way I could have predicted all of this. And to be honest, I wouldn’t have chosen all of this. But now, as I look back on all of this, I can see the Lord’s hand in it all, and all of his blessings as well.
And because of all of that, I can look forward to the future with confidence. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know who holds the future in the palm of his hand.
Those two times I felt my jaw drop to the ground taught me something. They taught me that God can – and frequently does – turn our greatest fears into his greatest blessings. And because of that I can never forget that, come what may, the best is yet to come. I pray that you remember that too.
Pastor Mark