For over a year, I did a job I loved. I got to work with some amazing volunteers who gave of themselves to serve others. Sometimes with coffee, sometimes with smiles, always with a sense of hospitality.
I’d wake up Sunday mornings with nervous anxiety and excitement at what the day would bring, hoping for as much routine as possible, yet understanding the dynamic nature of working for a church. Every Sunday is someone’s first Sunday, and that motto served as the foundation of what we did to ensure our guests felt expected and accepted.
Tomorrow is my first Sunday away from that role. Tomorrow is my first day as no longer a staff member of a church. Tomorrow is the beginning of a new chapter in my life. And although I will miss the warm smiles and the interactions with my team of volunteers and the peers I consider friends, I will not miss the early morning alarm and the machinations of making Sundays happen. I will wake up when I wake up, no timeline and no agenda (except to say NFL Redzone starts at Noon CT).
I can say with honesty the view from this side of that equation looks pretty good to me.