I retired a few years ago. Successfully, I thought
Several times in the last year, I mentioned my desire to go home, and church members have invariably said, “Pastors never retire.”
During the six Sundays in Lent, I will be blogging for the Reformed Journal. Here’s my first post…
I retired a few years ago, said goodbye to my last congregation in Zürich, Switzerland, moved to Holland, Michigan, and started a new life.
I became active in a lifelong-learning organization connected to Hope College (HASP), taught classes there, started CrossFit, wrote a book, walked the Camino de Santiago alone in March, learned to cook, constructed my family tree (with the help of Ancestry.com), did some guest preaching (more than I expected), and generally adapted to a new way of life.
Successfully, I thought. I was so pleased with myself. [read further]
Photos: (above) My last Sunday at the International Protestant Church of Zürich. (below) Crocuses in February…
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad,
the desert shall rejoice and blossom;
like the crocus 2 it shall blossom abundantly,
and rejoice with joy and singing. (Isaiah 35:1-2a)
