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 am still working. It is difficult to understand where it all leads going forward. I recall Mom staying at home as if her life depended on it. Dad is working asking for help mom can not or will not give him, because her mom worked and she resented the fact of it. She was good at spinning feelings that kept her captive as if we did not know. After all she did for us... the battle cry. I pray she rests in peace.
|I am constantly faced with questions that remind me once and for all think for yourself. I am left wondering if people ever want to know what I think or if that is part of a baiting process itself. The problem with facebook is that it does not lend itself to face to face encounter or dialogue. Instead one becomes part of a league of blanket assumptions that prove once and for all "I am right and you are wrong". I have not got the time for it. In the course of time left I pray to be safe and in that same spirit allow others to feel safe. That is the best I can do or even hope for.