This is the reason.
My new home.
I have about ten articles rumbling in my belly these days and I would love to get them all done. But a long process of extraordinary length, peppered with the occasional act of God, has made it difficult to write what I want to write.
Many of you are new to this blog and are here to read about victimization, egalitarianism, pacifism, or marriage success. And we will get back to all of those subjects shortly. But, because you’re new, I want to give you some perspective on my recent journey.
After starting a church in Sacramento in 1999 and pastoring it for 16 years, I resigned in 2015. I devoted myself to writing, teaching, and counseling. At the time, I anticipated moving to Oregon to teach in a college there. But I learned some things about the college’s viewpoints on church, counseling, and certain elements in our culture which I could not truck with. I stopped pursuing that teaching position.
We had already sold our house and moved into a rental. I wasn’t sure what I would do, so I kept doing what I was doing. Then, a church in Hayward, CA lost their pastor to cancer. They asked me to help them work through that.
That’s when the whirlwind started.
- My counseling load exploded
- The rental house sold
- Our daughter moved home after finishing grad school
- We found the perfect house. Problem: It wasn’t built yet.
- Moved into an apartment while the house was being built.
- Began working half the week in Sacramento, half the week in the Bay Area (70 miles apart).
- Speaking requests increased.
- Victim advocacy requests started to pour in.
Finally, two weeks ago, our house was completed and we began to move in. 40 years of marital stuff came from the apartment, the storage unit, and our friends’ garages.
We are now in and setting up house.
I am starting to write again with a renewed vigor.
The antics of pastoral abusers like Bill Hybels, Ravi Zacharias, Andy Savage, and several others are pissing me off.
You’re going to hear about a lot of this.