Yesterday we signed papers to purchase the church owned parsonage we’ve been living in for the past ten months. We also applied for a mortgage to finance said purchase. In 6-8 weeks (“the longest 68 weeks of my life”), we will be the proud owners of a new home. (Technically speaking, the bank will own the home and graciously let us live there, provided we keep up the monthly payments.)
As it turns out, each one of the homes we’ve owned has been a gift from God. In his grace, we’ve fallen into each one and never had to truly look for a house.
Our first home in Wheaton, IL, was the result of a casual conversation. One member of the church owned a one and a half story, two-bedroom Cape Cod home. Since he was being transferred south to Joliet, we jokingly said, “Why don’t you sell us your home?” He thought it over and said, “Yes.” We assumed his loan and we were homeowners.
Our home in Sammamish, WA, was a similar gift from God’s hand. We had rented it for two and a half years. Since the landlord was moving out of state and considered us good tenants, he offered to sell us the house for below market value. After owning it for 17 years, we sold it to move east.
When we arrived in Chicopee, MA, last August, the church let us stay in the parsonage. As we began the process of looking for a house to buy, several people asked if we were interested in buying the parsonage. We asked the trustees if it was a possibility. The board said yes and the congregation concurred.
Thank you Lord for your gracious gifts. Thanks for leading us to a place we can use as a base for ministry in New England.