It’s been all of four workdays since my last day at Quest, but in every conversation I get the same question: what are you doing with all your free time? Most people seem to be picturing a post work reality kind of like this:
In a perfect world, a beach in Hawaii would be wonderful. In reality, I’m at Swedish Medical Center on Cherry Hill, waiting for my dad. While this week has passed in a flurry of meetings with friends, people interested in hearing more about the churchplant, and the denomination powers that be, none of that has really been at the forefront. About three weeks ago, a few days before we left for the churchplanting assessment in Phoenix, my dad was diagnosed with a form of early onset Alzheimers. At 56, my dad is one of the most active people I know. After spending almost thirty years as a logger, he transitioned a few years ago to a safer job as a prison guard. He had hoped to retire from the prison, and enjoyed settling into his new career while continuing to do tree jobs on the weekends with my older brother. The day we received the diagnosis, my dad was also told he would not be able to return to work. Now, we’re in the process of paperwork, tests, and finalizing the diagnosis. Vacations, free time, relaxing on a tropical beach? All I want is my dad. Please remember my dad, mom, and family in prayer during this time of uncertainty and fear.