Here’s the slightly-longer version of my past few months (long enough to be too long for an email, short enough for me to crank out before falling asleep).
Summer/Fall 2007: After completing my stint at Lynden Christian High School, I set forth on what I assumed would be the beginning of my youth ministry career’s next phase. Turns out, God had other plans; while the process itself was tremendously valuable to learn from, none of my opportunities ended up being a good fit for both parties. Though I had hoped to be beginning this new journey by fall, I’m quite content that no ministry job is better than the wrong ministry job. So, the search continued…
But, first, I needed to make some cash. After a long job search, a position opened up with the Lynden School District, working with elementary special-needs kids. I’ve done this kind of thing before, and decided to take the job, and see what the year beheld.
Winter/Spring 07/08: What did the school year behold? Well, in a position I wasn’t expecting to take, God used many cute little kids to show me the value of setting your dreams aside, and staying where you’re needed most (a previous analogy to It’s a Wonderful Life was made on this blog, about the moment where George realizes he must forego his dreams of travel and adventure in order to stay back and save the family business. My favorite scene from my favorite movie).
My various roles had me working with a variety of students in a variety of settings, but one thread seemed to connect them all: kids need men in their lives, and too often don’t have them. My building alone had about 40+ women and THREE men (me, plus two custodians). Factor in the usual 50% divorce rate, and you have Mr. Davies being the only male a lot of kids talked to on any given day. Sad, humbling, but definitely an honor to be able to help fill that tragic deficit.
So much so, in fact, that it’s got me asking a lot of big questions. How much impact can one steady male presence have in a kid’s life? Has my youth ministry search not panned out for this reason? Has God used this season as a detour (eventually leading back to my previously-felt call), or an off-ramp (heading in a new direction)?
Coming up: As I shiver my way through an unusually-cold WA summer, performing odd jobs and casually searching for new job opportunities (ministry or otherwise, plus I’ve still got my low-paying school job waiting for me), I’ve come to the following decision. My heart and passion still lie with serving adolescents & families in a church setting, and I will continue to search for the right professional opportunity to do this full-time (with a few interesting opportunities still floating out there). I see many ways where the past 2-3 years have been an incredible time of rest and reflection, preparing me for the next phase of my efforts to help churches minister to their youth. However, if nothing pans out during this season, I’ll be content to throw in the towel on that career quest, and begin the process of becoming certified to teach elementary/middle school. Though not my Plan A, it’s definitely a Plan B (or C, or D…I’ve lost count) which I could see some great things happening through.
What have I learned in this process? (which I hope not to have bored you to tears with, but am very appreciative to be able to share with you) So many things, but nothing more than this: “…Do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ …But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well” (Matthew 6:31-33, NIV). Just keep your compass pointed in the right direction, and all the other stuff just falls into place. So simple, yet so complicated. Such is life…
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Thank you for the role that you’ve played in this journey with me. I hope you’re doing well, and look forward to hearing how your respective journeys have been going since last we chatted. Thanks for reading (that’s long enough, time for sleep now…).