Some people know and some people don’t but now it is public, official, and done. I resigned under pressure from the pastorate of Universalist National Memorial Church membership to follow last Thursday and we had a congregational meeting process this afternoon.
To recap: some people (myself included) think it was a mistake, and others (the Board included) think it was just the thing to turn the church around. Time will tell, but for those who know know some of the backstory, I can honestly say I’ve shed my last tear over it. God knows it took long enough (and yet it seemed very fast) to accomplish. (In case you were wondering where I was last month.)
Time moves on, and realistically, I’m on my way towards the United Church of Christ. I hate the thought of leaving everything I’ve known professionally and vocationally, but there are some ecumencial, theological, and ecclesiastic realities at play. For one, my partner and I are not leaving the area. The second is that, even if we did, it probably wouldn’t help.
But that’s another matter. The point for this blog entry is so if you go calling for me at UNMC, I won’t answer the door, ’cause I won’t be there.
(My sermons and online writings will be here, in time, instead.)