New Beginnings

Hello Dear Ones!

As many of you know, as of Sunday I am no longer employed at the Church of the Immaculate Dysfunction. Although I will miss many of you very much, I want you to know that this new development is, at bottom, A Good Thing. Opportunity has presented itself in amazing and unexpected ways, and Mrs. Precentor and I are looking forward to the next stage in our lives.

Dear friends from an earlier time in our life have recently resurfaced in a neighboring town, living in a grand old Victorian manse with lots of spare rooms, (and maybe a magic wardrobe?) and they are able to take us under their roof for the duration until I can rightly sign my name as The Rev. Dr. Precentor. Therein is grace itself. So the Precentor household, including our furry four-legged entourage, will be decamping for points north forthwith (or at least fifthwith.)

On Wednesday I was "over the river and across the island" to meet someone whose library and lived experience will serve me well in my scholarly endeavors, and he too has promised his assistance in the project.

I am in conversation with His Purpleness at the home office, and his Second-In-Command, who has been most helpful in beginning the process of helping me find suitable employment in a short time. Both of them, and all of my professional colleagues who have contacted me, have been unbelievably kind and gracious in their offers of support, both material and spiritual. As have the friends and family who have called, sent emails, offered to provide all manner of helps and assistances--from the sublime to the ridiculous! We are richly blessed in this outpouring of love and affection and prayer, and we want to thank you all, so very much.

Continue those prayers--for us who are moving on, and for those who will remain. There are changes ahead, and some may be challenging indeed. But we are an Easter people--we hold fast to the blessed hope of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and ourselves and all we hold dear, along with him. We are a Pentecost people--the Spirit blows where She will, and you feel the wind and see the effects, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. We are not in control--just in case you'd forgotten! There is joy in the morning, and we are not alone.

See you on the porch!