The first Sunday after I left the ministry and the church was unforgettable for me. I hadn’t felt anything like that for as long as I could remember. Sure, I’d taken Sundays off and taken vacations. But a pastor always feels the weight of responsibility even when he or she is absent.
But then began another significant kind of deconstruction. I’d already gone through major theological deconstruction. Now it was getting used to life without the ministry and the church.
It took me years.
(I’m thankful for my community, The Lasting Supper, who made it much easier. I invite you to join us.)