Yesterday I opened up with a pretty raw and honest post on what really happened last summer.
This happens to be the week leading up to Easter. Which is appropriate, because something always has to die before new life can appear. With encouragement, I'm sharing today about what happened to our family in the days and weeks following the news we received (a death of sorts) and how to survive when your whole world caves in (resurrection).
For Amber and I, survival actually began in July during my recuperation from back surgery.
It intensified in late August when we received the news. At least we now understood why these leaders were completely hands-off in checking in on or caring for us during my recovery time.
Do you know who the loneliest person in the world is? The pastor with no church family. There are two parallels in Scripture: Ezekiel, a Hebrew priest, who has no temple and Jesus, Messiah, who is betrayed by friends and deserted enroute to the Cross.
When a pastor is cut out of his church abruptly without closure, you lose more than a job. Relationships ceased (not by our choice). Amber would often say to me that it felt like everyone we knew had all suddenly died in a car accident - no goodbyes, nobody left.
We approached our new reality from three directions:
Spiritually: God is good and Genesis 50:20 is true. We never once cursed God, but instead turned to prayer, building a prayer team online, and posting Scriptures everywhere. The sad day that we cleaned out my office, Amber received this passage from her Pastors' Wives Online Group, which I wrote out and still have taped up to my bathroom mirror. It's the Amplified Version of Hebrews 13:5-6:
For God Himself has said,
I will not in any way fail you nor give you up nor leave you without support.I will not,
I will not,
I will not in any degree leave you helpless nor forsake nor let you down (relax My hold on you)!So we take comfort and are encouraged and confidently and boldly say, The Lord is my Helper; I will not be seized with alarm. I will not fear or dread or be terrified.
What can man do to me?
Physically: Normalcy for our son was important, so we moved ahead with school plans. We pushed through the personal pain and awkwardness of running into people with questions (and we were gagged from providing any answers) to ensure Josiah had as normal a childhood as possible. However, his birthday was only weeks away. Suddenly, none of his former church friends would come. Our family descended to create the best experience possible. But my heart absolutely broke in the midst of the celebration when he looked around the half-empty Children's Museum party room and tearfully asked, "Where are all my friends?"
Financially: Amber blogged about this here.