My ennui spread eventually to my wife, until the moment of decision came. After nine years, we left our home, church, town, to do something else. I long to know him fully again. I long to be with his people in the family of faith. I am tired of this hobbling, wounded walk.
Ministers have numerous initiations with strange names - valedictions, ordinations, inductions.
Faith, faithful, keep the faith. My sermons seemed to contain words which were driven by my angst. Frustrated with the church. No, that isn't it. Caged within my vocation, cloaked in an ecclesiastical cape that no longer fitted.