From Dublin to Rhome
The publisher’s desk ...
Yes, I spelled Rhome right.
For those who like to check for my spelling mistakes, this is your last chance. Next week, they will be Paul’s mistakes.
My family and I are moving this week to Rhome, Texas. People have joked that, moving from Dublin to Rhome, we are international travelers. I hope that doesn’t make Paris next.
We are beginning a new venture, preaching school. On July 1, I begin orientation at the Brown Trail School of Preaching, a 4-year program that is squished down into 2 years. I’ll have classes from Mondays through Fridays from 8 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. I’ll have homework. I’ll have sermon prep and delivery.
It’s going to be intense; but for my family and I, I think it’s going to be one of the most rewarding experiences.
We can’t wait to start.
That being said, I sure wish the school was in Dublin.
When we moved here in 2015, we bought a house within a month.
We intended to be here forever — or at least until our girls graduated high school. Mind you, they weren’t even born yet.
We wanted to be a part of the Dublin story for a long time, as its newspaper people.
Just the other day, a woman who stopped by my garage sale told me her granddaughter knows me as “the newspaper man.”
It made me smile — as long as it’s not accompanied with stories about how “the newspaper man” is going to get you if you don’t behave.
It’s been such an honor and a blessing to be a part of your lives for 4½ years. To take your photos, write your stories, edit your content, layout your pages and get to know you.
Some of you we’ve had into our home — we’ll cherish those memories.
Some of you we’ve served with or worked with — we’ve learned so much from you.
Some of you we’ve just passed on the street — we’re grateful for your smiles and words of encouragement.
Some of you we’ve been unnerved by — there’s the little old man who walked up to Sarah at El Rinconcito, leaned in real close and then said, “Looks good!” and walked away.
It took us several minutes to realize he was referring to her hair — because she had written a column about having it cut.
After we realized all the this, it made us smile, too.
No place has ever felt more like home, and we’re going to miss you.
A big thank you to the Patrick Street church of Christ and the Thursday Club for hosting our going away party. Everyone was so generous and we are grateful.
We’re especially going to miss the Patrick Street church of Christ — what a wonderful group of people. I can’t express how much you mean to us. I hope the community will visit and get to know you even better. More than anything, our love of this church almost kept us here. To Dubliners, please know they are worth visiting and knowing.
In preaching school, we’ll make new friends and habits, I hope.
I hope, most of all, in the busyness, that we don’t lose sight of the most important thing — building an intimate relationship with our Creator and Sustainer every day through Bible study, Bible application and prayer.
I hope you do that, too.
Dykowski is the publisher of the Dublin Citizen and can be reached at 445-2515 and firstname.lastname@example.org.