• first reflections

    by  • October 3, 2006 • Uncategorized • 7 Comments

    Sunday was an amazing day, an overwhelming day, and an exhausting day. I had every intention of writing last night, but fell asleep before the Housewives had time to get desperate. I came home with an armload of gifts and notes that will take me a week or two to read. Since I was at the restaurant today for twelve hours, I’m at the end of another day without much time or energy to write, but I’m trying to keep my promises to myself.

    I’m not capable of unpacking all of my thoughts and emotions from yesterday just yet. There’s too much there. What I can talk about is how grateful I am to have been a part of the church in Hanover, to have come to know so many wonderful people, to have had a chance to be with a great group of young people, and to been sent on my way with such love and intentionality. Growing up in Baptist life, I saw pastors leave quickly. He (most always he) announced his resignation one Sunday and was gone in two weeks, leaving the church to muddle through the grief on its own. The UCC has a much more intentional process, which requires both pastor and congregation to say goodbye well. I resigned in July; I left yesterday. There’s even a liturgy of release and Godspeed in which we forgave each other, thanked each other, and released each other from the bonds of calling. We did good and important work yesterday.

    I have “left the ministry” twice in my life. I stepped out of vocational ministry when I began teaching full time and I did so again yesterday. As I drove to work this morning, I decided maybe the best way to describe the move I have made is to say I’ve retired from vocational ministry to be a chef and a pastor’s spouse. I love the church, struggles and all, and I feel called to be a member, not a pastor, in the same way I love being around young people and don’t feel called to be a parent.

    So here, two months from my fiftieth birthday, I’ve retired from my second career. I retired from teaching when we moved to Marshfield; now I’ve retired from ministry. (Neither offers much of a pension. My retirement plan is to drive into the desert when the money runs out.) I regret neither career. Both have been deeply significant, rewarding, and important. For the days I did them, I was doing what I was meant to do and learning about who God was calling me to be. As I head into my second fifty years, I get to chase my two passions: being with Ginger and cooking for others. All of the journey was worth it.

    My friend Caroline was kind enough to send me the e.e. cummings poem I (mis)quoted the other day when I said “love is stronger than forget.” His words fit well here.

    love is more thicker than forget
    more thinner than recall

    more seldom than a wave is wet

    more frequent than to fail


    it is most mad and moonly

    and less it shall unbe

    than all the sea which only

    is deeper than the sea


    love is less always than to win

    less never than alive

    less bigger than the least begin

    less littler than forgive


    it is most sane and sunly

    and more it cannot die

    than all the sky which only

    is higher than the sky

    My friend Betsey took pictures yesterday. The one below is of me holding the chalice the church gave me as a symbol of our time together – on World Communion Sunday, no less. What an amazing gift. I got to drink from it as we celebrated the supper together. I will be drinking from the memory of my days in Hanover for a long, long time.


    Peace,
    Milton

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    7 Responses to first reflections

    1. October 3, 2006 at 10:40 am

      A beautiful posting.

      Welcome to RevGalBlogPals!

    2. October 3, 2006 at 12:00 pm

      Welcome to the RevGalBlogPals!

      I agree with Cathy. Beautiful post!

      (And I have to admit, love the profile pic with the Red Sox hat!!!)

    3. October 3, 2006 at 12:24 pm

      Welcome to RevGalBlogPals — at last. Blessings on you – Jan

    4. October 3, 2006 at 1:04 pm

      I love e.e. cummings, and his words fit so well with your post. May the path ahead of you be just as blessed as the one behind.

    5. October 3, 2006 at 8:12 pm

      What a wonderful goodbye, if there is such a thing. Congratulations on moving to this next phase of life.

    6. October 3, 2006 at 8:16 pm

      “All I want is food and creative love…” Rusted Root sings that lyric. Your post reminded me of it.

      Welcome to the blogring, sir.

    7. October 4, 2006 at 2:47 am

      Welcome to the webring! I am muchly enjoying your posts, and my mouth is also watering reading your culinary bloggery. Brie in pastry and pears?…Indian food?…mmmmm.

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