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Too Many Coats
If you have 2 coats, you've stolen one from the poor. Dorothy Day

Figuring out how to live out all the gospel all the time...
Monday, August 29, 2005
Milestone

Well, today was my last day at Mission Waco. (Officially my last day is Wednesday but I'm using my last two vacation days this week.) Had my exit interview (which wasn't as official and impressive as it sounds--seeing that my boss is my best friend of 9 years), turned in my keys, and acted surprised at the ritualistic g'bye lunch.

Now that I've left Mission Waco, I feel like a cross between an actual grown-up and a bum. For nearly my entire time in Texas, just over 5 years now, I've worked at Mission Waco. It's served as my security blanket. "Security blanket?", you ask? See, my intentions for moving to Hades...I mean, Texas was to go to seminary. Well, a year's credit of seminary and a 3 year youth ministry gig later and I'm still without a master's degree. During this time as a seminary drop-out, Mission Waco always seemed to be my reason as to why I stayed put. Now, I've crept under that blanket and away from that security and am answering a call, a desire, to check out that horizon. On the other hand, I'm leaving a comfortable, well-paying job to live with goats and chickens in a barn. So while I'm stepping into the great unknown, there's a sense that I'm also taking some time to play and shed some responsibility.

Maybe this a bit of how David felt once he left the steady employment at home with dad, Jesse, to go and try things out doing odd-jobs in the castle for King Solomon. So hey, if things turn out like they did for David, I won't complain too much.

Of course, I'd have to endure assassination attempts from my boss and my own son.

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