It’s one thing to move when you’re unhappy, it’s quite another to move when everything is going positively swell.
We’ve got ourselves a swell life here in Phoenix. Our kids are here, family and friends abound, we have jobs we like.
Heck, I even like my coworkers. How amazing is that?
We live in a decent neighborhood, in a decent house, with decent neighbors who watch out for each other.
But yeah. We’re moving. To Minnesota.
When people ask us why, it’s not always easy to explain.
“You know it’s cold there, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that.”
We could say there’s a danger in getting too comfortable. You start to feel like you’re coasting along. No longer striving, no longer trying. Just settling in and waiting for the inevitable.
Sometimes what you need is a change of scenery.
“You know what the state bird of Minnesota is? The Mosquito!”
Do you ever get an antsy feeling that something is not quite right? You feel a bit unsettled. Despite your life being perfectly fine, you have this voice inside saying, “You need a change… It’s time… Do something!”
And as Husband is a Presbyterian minister, we tend to put stock in that sort of thing.
We’ve been in the same house in Phoenix, at the same church, for 17 years.
Seventeen years. That’s half a century in Pastor-years.
He wanted to try something different. Still ministry, of course, but somewhere different.
Sometime after Thanksgiving, he “activated” his information. In essence, it alerts churches looking for a new pastor that he’s available. As per usual, he didn’t narrow the parameters as to where he was willing to go.
We’ve always been foolhardy in that regard.
“Hey, maybe we’ll wind up in Hawaii!”
“Yeah… or maybe Detroit.”
Fortunately for us, Presbyterians allow pastors to have a say in the matter. We’re not moved willy-nilly. We can scope a place out, take our time, interview the people there as much as they interview us. Do everything we can to make sure it’s the right move.
We were in no hurry, and with Husband having recently turned 60, we figured it’d be a slow process. We expected a year, maybe two, before we found the right place.
So imagine our surprise when he started getting emails from Florida, Pennsylvania, New York, California, Texas, South Carolina, Oklahoma…
Another thing we weren’t prepared for was how much politics would enter into it.
With each interview, Husband had a clear impression they were fishing for his political views, especially with regards to gay marriage. They weren’t asking overtly of course, but the meaning was there. And almost without fail, the churches contacting him were very conservative.
We began to wonder, was there some sort of code language we missed? Was there a phrase he used in his information form that inadvertently labeled him Alt-right?
He began researching locations as soon as a church contacted him, mostly to see how their area voted in the last election. What we hoped for was an area with some political diversity, neither all red nor all blue.
We look great in purple.
Most of the areas were heavily one sided. Such as South Carolina.
“I saw that 86% of your county voted for Trump.”
“Well, we ARE the Bible Belt, you know.” (Said in the most charming accent ever)
Then sometime in February he was contacted by a church in Randall, Minnesota. A Google image search showed us… well, honestly they need to hire a new photographer for that town. Most of the images are less than stellar.
But our emails with the church were lovely, as was a phone call. So a Skype interview was scheduled.
That then had to be rescheduled.
“So let me get this straight: no one from your committee can get to the church right now, on account of snow?”
“We really didn’t want to tell you that.”
The eventual Skype interview was one of the most pleasant interviews he had, lasting for over an hour. It led to a second Skype interview, followed by a third… then a fourth… then a fifth…
The conversations were open, honest, forthcoming. They classified themselves liberal. They’re also pro-military.
They’re an interesting bunch.
They flew us up there. We hugged. (Heck, after five Skype interviews you’re practically family.) They put us in a nice hotel, drove us around town. Showed us the best roads for scenic motorcycle rides. (Husband took notes.)
They took us to a restaurant by a lake (of course), where Husband watched two snowmobiles make their way across the ice.
“That looks fun.”
“Um… yeah, actually. It does.”
It’s an odd thing, but sometimes it takes a move across the country to find your kind of people.
So Husband wanted something different.
I think we found it.