It was the start of 2024 and a whole new phase of life for us. Danelle was going to study Clinical Pastoral Education and I was going to do some interim pastoring with Margaret River Baptist Church as well as running the caravan businesses.
Then Sam died.
Everything stopped and we took the time we needed to weather the assault of grief and just to regroup. As I write we are still in that process, but further down the track. A few months after Sam, my brother died, then in Dec last year one of my best mates and just last month mum and dad within a few days of each other. It’s been a heavy two years.
But it does feel like things are shifting. Up to now it’s been like walking thru dense, scrubby bush with no sense of where we are going and only just beginning to feel like we are hitting open space again. We can breathe, take stock, get our bearings and ask ‘what now?’
It’s almost like 2 years was wiped from our lives as we have simply survived the assault of grief and death. I know that’s not the case as we have grown, learnt and changed over that period too. I have written plenty about that so I won’t say any more here, other than to acknowledge that I know and feel things now that I don’t think I could have in Feb 2024. Is life richer for the experience? I dunno, I don’t think anything can be worth the loss of a son. It sux but I’m trying to make it suck in the best possible way.
As I’ve taken some time over the last 6-9 months to reflect on ‘what next?’, one of the things I have come to realise is that my future isn’t in local church pastoral leadership (of the permanent kind.) I feel like we can do the ‘interim’ stuff if it suits, but I don’t think I will ever be applying for either a part time or full time pastor’s job again.
That was quite a hard-hitting revelation this week, as I hadn’t actually given up on the idea before now. I would still take a look at the ‘positions vacant ‘ pages and ponder a new role in a new community. And as is often the case, the grass can look very green elsewhere and the illusion of a ‘perfect’ job, in a ‘perfect’ community can be quite alluring (and deceiving).
But each time I have pondered options I have to remind myself that we have spent 15 years embedding ourselves in the Yanchep community to the point where we know many people and we are well known and very much a part of it. We have a, beautiful street full of wonderful people and great neighbours. We would have to leave that behind.
With life organised the way it is at the moment we have time to be with people and do the very work we feel called to – the life of a “backyard missionary”. So to move to a new church would mean moving house and “moving friends” — because realistically you just can’t stay in touch with everyone. And we are only now in the place you really want to be—lots of friends, great connections and a life that we really enjoy.
Only yesterday morning I got a text at 10am from a mate letting me know a few local guys were going to surf a reef break that only fires occasionally – did I want to come? You bet! So 5 of us headed out for a blissful morning together. That wouldn’t happen spontaneously and regularly if we were to move house – esp if it took us away from the ocean.
That’s the biggest reason I think I couldn’t do it again. Moving house would be way too costly in terms of our relational and community investment. And unless it were for the rest of our natural lives it would also be out of line with our deepest sense of calling. As I learn more about mission and how the Christian message connects with Australian people I feel like there is much to be said for ‘staying’. It was once exciting and compelling to ‘go’ and plant churches, and while part of me would love the rush of doing all that again, another part of me knows that the best years of our time in Yanchep have been the last 5 as we have really felt the value of the previous 10 years. Real relationships take a lot of time. You simply can’t replicate that overnight.
Other than that I know that, reality is church leadership involves a whole bunch of tasks that I don’t enjoy and I’m actually not wired for. Many people still imagine pastoral work primarily as preaching, discipleship, leadership, and caring for people. Those things absolutely remain part of it. But the modern pastoral role often carries much more: managing expectations from every angle, organisational oversight and compliance, conflict resolution and lots of meetings just to name a few things. When I signed up to be a pastor it was with a view to meeting people where they were at and helping them move closer to Jesus. Now there is a lot more to it and I just don’t have the stomach for it.
It’s not that the church is doing stuff wrong or badly necessarily. It’s just living in this culture at this time when there are certain compliance issues that are both helpful as well as burdensome. It’s the shape ministry has taken in an increasingly risk driven context.
So while church leadership is no longer on the table, I sense I can make a better contribution from the place I am in currently. That means doing some speaking around the place, writing books and meeting with younger leaders hopefully to encourage and help them reflect. On one hand this feels like a beautiful place to be. On the other, leading a local community of Christians is very much in my blood and a hard thing to let go of. But I think it’s time. I remember during a few of my pastoral team meetings at Quinns feeling this sense of the Spirit saying to me, “get out of the way.” Not harshly, like I was an obstruction, but more like, ‘while you do what you do it limits what other younger people can do’. I’m fully aware that I still bring value, but I really do want to see the younger ones step up and shine.
So I think the time has come. As I have said many times, a ‘yes‘ to something is a ‘no‘ to something else and with only a finite amount of time left I want to be much more careful with those decisions so that the ‘yesses’ really count.
So future vocational plans include – in order of priority:
- Living in Yanchep for another 20-30 years and allowing our work here to develop organically. That is my hope, but as we know only too well an ‘early check out’ is always a possibility. But if we can just live here and be ourselves for an extended period of time then I sense good will come of it.
- Doing some speaking on subjects and ideas that I have done significant work on. I’m not a big fan of ‘one-off’ speaking gigs as it can be hard to get a real connection with people, so I lean towards 3-4 weeks of involvement or church camps. Not every church can allow this space, but there are plenty who can.
- Writing a few more books. I have the Hi-Vis Faith book due to come out mid June and I am currently working on something different – a 30 day Devotional / Reflective book focused on the letter of James.
- Catching up with younger leaders as it suits for them. This isn’t in any paid capacity so it’s more friendship than supervision or anything formal. That’s an intentional choice. I appreciate being invited into these spaces so I’m keen to be available to those who would find an older ear valuable.
- Developing the caravan businesses. I’m still not totally clear on where I want these to head. A part of me wants to get the diesel heater business firing to a point where I could sell it for a good dollar. But I don’t want it to absorb my heart and focus in these years, so it’s a tricky balance at the moment.
So while paid permanent pastoring may be a thing of the past, I don’t feel like I will be bored any time soon.