After a month-and-a-half hiatus, I’m back to blogging. My summer ended with a cross-country-move. By the time Matthew ravaged Florida’s Eastern shore, the Matichuks had long left Florida’s West Coast to be decidedly nearer to the actual West Coast. We picked Medford, Oregon almost at random (though I had a good friend in nearby Ashland, and my wife has family a couple hours away).
We didn’t leave Florida with a job waiting or a plan. If you know my story, you know I pastored a church in Florida and it didn’t work out. We needed a place to start fresh. It was hard living in the same community I used to pastor in. But uprooting is hard, and I long for the deep relationships that only come with time and intention.
Currently I am working as a draftsperson (a job I did a dozen years ago, but never felt good at). I am not done with vocational ministry yet but right now I am focused on exploring this place, and loving my neighbors.
The denomination I served with (the Evangelical Covenant), does not have a church nearby. We’ve been attending a neighborhood Methodist church since we got here. Again, I feel uprooted, but perhaps I felt that for awhile.