As you may have noticed from my eight-month hiatus, dear Reader, I am retiring/have retired this blog. I’ll leave it here, but I won’t be updating any longer—I figured I should formally declare that. I meant to do so much earlier, but then everything else got in the way.
For starters, I finished my degree, at long last. I now hold a Master of Divinity, which is laughable in the idea that one could ever master divinity. I have moved back to the Land of Pilgrims, reintegrated to my community there, and live in a real people house where I finally have all of my belongings not only in the same state but the same structure. I got rid of 11 boxes worth of stuff that I had picked up either for the life I thought I would have or the life other people were buying for me; it was a bittersweet process, that unpacking. I am currently working as a hospital chaplain, a job at which I am quite good and which flattens me a little more every day with its quiet onslaught of death in all forms. I am working on my ordination papers in this beloved dumpster fire called The United Methodist Church because, against all odds, I still very much want to be a Methodist pastor. And I will be joining a pastoral staff in January, taking all these lessons to a place where I will learn so many more.
When I started this blog whoa so many years ago, it was as a way to hold myself accountable to the change I was just beginning to see in my vocation. Now, as I end it, I see how it taught me the beginnings of devotionals, of sermons, of prayer life that comes in so many different forms. I see that it was a way to chart the growth of my pastoral care and the decline of my desire to fight this new adventure (though I still fight on the principle of needing to be feisty, of course). It has been quite the ride, beloved Reader, and whether you’ve been with me from the first post or just now found this corner of the internet, I thank you for your part in this discernment. I am still figuring it out, of course—I will always be figuring it out. But I preached this last Sunday and helped do the All Saints ritual and the rite of communion and I turned to Interpreter and said, “I want to do this with the rest of my life.”
He smiled and said, “So do it.”
May you find the thing that you want to do, Reader. May you find the thing that God delights in you doing. May they be at least in the same neighborhood of each other. I’m happy to keep responding to any comments you have if you go back through this catalog. Know that whether there are ever any more posts or not, I am thinking of you and the community built here, my first little church, teaching me who I was becoming.
I have much to write you, but I do not want to do so with pen and ink. I hope to see you soon, and we will talk face to face. Peace to you. The friends here send their greetings. Greet the friends there by name. (3 John:13-14, NIV)