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When God leads in the wrong direction

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

I’ve sung it hundreds of times before, but today this hymn took on brand new meaning for me.

You see, I’m currently wandering in the wilderness.

No, I’m not camping.

I resigned from my church a few months ago. It was a difficult, toxic situation that was turning out to be very unhealthy for my family. So I resigned. I moved out of state. Then, through an unusual series of circumstances and social connections, I ended up with a job at my denomination’s global headquarters. They have a chapel service there every couple of weeks and today I attended my first. It opened with “Be Thou My Vision.”

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Imprisoned by God

I’d resigned from my church with nowhere to go.

Yeah, it was that bad. Over the two years I’d pastored my church, my wife and I suffered. Truly suffered. Emotionally, relationally, financially, spiritually suffered.

God called me and I did everything I was supposed to do to respond. I went to college, interned, sought mentorship from other pastors, served in all kinds of ministries, went to seminary, became an associate pastor (paid only in experience and recognition). Then, when I received the call to a small church in a small town, I said yes because my wife and I believed this was where God wanted us to go.

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Ministry and Misfit Toys

I am the spotted white elephant.

Or maybe that’s just how ministry has made me feel…

This is the first post of hopefully many on this website, the Isle of Broken Pastors. Let me tell you why this website exists: Being in ministry can be deeply isolating and painful in a way (and to a magnitude) that few outside pastoral ministry can even comprehend. We need community. We need support. And we need to laugh together at the absurdity of what we endure in pursuit of our calling.

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