One man's journey to find the way home
I am an American Baptist ordained minister. I began my life journey in Massachusetts, where I was called to help people understand what it meant to know a loving God. The call came during a time when I was wrestling with how to help my brother Kurt, who was diagnosed with Schizophrenia during my high school years. I was a new Christian by my senior year following trying to understand what it meant for me to care about a person like my brother who others tended to stay away from. |
After twenty three years in Massachusetts, God sent me to the land of Kansas City where I spent about 35 years of my life. I was a pastor, a resident chaplain, a supervisor in training and most recently a caregiver and security. Everything I have done vocationally has been with God in mind. That does not mean that I am totally comfortable with all the movings of the Spirit.
I am now in Erie where I do not know very many people. I came here because of my wife. She is from Erie and coming here was the right thing to do. It just plain made sense. My kids had grown up. I did not like Kansas city in terms of climate and was looking forward to a change. I had become very frustrated vocationally and longed to come to Erie to get a second opinion, because I honestly believed that was what God had wanted for me. I left behind kids and grandkids who I loved!!!! I had two jobs that I enjoyed. They were both very appreciative of my skills and I was making more money with the two jobs than I ever had. I heard more than once. ARE YOU CRAZY?
Well I can only say that I am in love with God's leading. I am starting all over again. It has not been easy. Maybe some of you can offer me some words of support. I am lonely despite the fact my wife is with me. She battles depression and has two siblings that are having similar battles. When it is all said I am in a depressed community with a depressed wife and her family. So I begin the conversation....
|I lost more than won yesterday, probably two thirds of the games. I did better toward the end and won one service game. My serve was hit or miss. I made some great shots. I did not get a good long in and yet it was close. I did not try any dink serves. I only tried one bender. It went in and yet we list the point. I have a lot to learn. Do I want to play again. My body aches will decide.
|Paid less than I thought I would get paid. Everything is headed back to minimum wage. I got as much as I hoped minus fifty or sixty. Reality will hit me in the butt. I pray that I can survive. I hit the 45:thousand dollar mark. I am weary of the struggle. There will be more on the way.
It is painful to see the little I made as a worker. I am a survivor. Without security and caregiving I would have nothing.