From the Third Floor to the Garage

From The Ooze:

During my time at Mariners, however, I grew tired of keeping up appearances. After 18 years in ministry, the evangelical package had started to unwrap itself. Swallowing my questions for the sake of the status quo no longer seemed to be a viable option. Sensing my anguish, Senior Pastor Kenton Beshore presented me with an opportunity. He asked if I’d like to start a Saturday night service. You know, try some new things and put a “postmodern” spin on the Sunday message. After much deliberation, I decided to accept his offer… Eventually, I knew something had to give. When the pain of staying at Mariners began to seem worse than the pain of leaving, I submitted my resignation. I packed up my desk, loaded up my car and drove back to my tiny, 700-square-foot beach shack.  Five years later, here I sit.

A fascinating journey that probably resonates with a lot of us these days.

So no matter where you are in the process, I want to encourage you to continue on your journey.  The fact is you’re not the only crazy one out there. I can say with confidence, there are at least two.