(And yes, every cool blog name was taken.)
But it’s turned out to be a prophetic name. Come next month, it will be the only line in my resume.
Yesterday, I told my staff at the newspaper I’d be leaving next month to focus on the food-service operation at Sac. It means the end of newspaper career that started in 1992 when I covered my high school basketball team and included stops at one of the 50 largest newspapers in the country and some pretty amazing colleagues.
None of them will be surprised to read this.
You could say it’s the natural evolution, considering I’ve always had one foot in a kitchen, but there is nothing Darwinian about this; God’s hand has guided us the entire way. A passion for Christian camping and food service that started at Camp-of-the-Woods in 1991 and rolled on through Camp Spofford and Camp Orchard Hill never went away.
Julie and I began “helping out a friend” when we offered to handle weekend kitchen duties at Sacandaga Bible Conference in September 2009. That was about 50,000 meals ago. Nine months later, we’d moved here. Another two years have passed, and it’s time for the next step.
It should be a bit of a scary step. Journalism has been my career, and for 17 1/2 years, it’s how I earned a pay check. A camp ministry is a different challenge, financially, physically and spiritually. And as somebody who has written his share of resignation letters, there should be a bit of hesitation when I think about where we are in five years, when Erika is approaching her senior year of high school. Or in 10 years.
I don’t know. God does. I know if we keep seeking his will, we’ll be fine.
Looking forward to an amazing summer.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.