fivebyevif

So, as some of you know, I’ve been an ordained minister in my church for the last eight years.  And by “minister” I mean “administrator” and “counselor” and “liturgy-reader”.  Among other things.

I retired from it this month because I don’t have time for it anymore. 

I haven’t left my faith; I’m still every bit the lovable heathen you all know and cherish, I simply no longer am responsible for my congregation in quite the same way I was 72 hours ago.  Which was when I began to extricate myself from the administrative side of my faith.

I am the rip-the-bandaid-off type.  So for the past few days I’ve been doing just that.  Mention on the contacts page?  Rip!  Putting (retired) next to my bio on the private page?  Rip!  Change my email…ripooooohcrap.

After eight years of the same email address, it’s like (virtually) moving house.  There are all these people who need to be told to go elsewhere to get in contact me, all these lists and pages I have to update. 

I know that it’s like anything: once a reverend, always a reverend.  This is an administrative kick; I can’t denounce the side of me that likes to do public work anymore than I can will my brown eyes blue.  It’s administrative, and a statement to the world that my life has changed, but it’s still weird, weird, weird.