Welcome Mike Golden to the PhxP
It’s rodeo week here, which used to happen concurrently with the Calvary Chapel Senior Pastor’s Conference in Murrieta. I usually opted to stay home, a decision that I wouldn’t change, even though I did enjoy the times that I attended the SPC. The last year I attended was six years ago. I had a great time, brought my son and spent most of our time with people who I conversed with on this and another blog. Caught an early flight out of ONT Friday morning and was in the stands for Friday night rodeo. It was the last time I heard Chuck speak, and I think the last time they had the conference at Murrieta. It was also the last CC conference I attended. Rodeo week here reminds me of a time that was and is no longer.
Much has changed for many of us over the past six years. Calvary Chapel split, I’ve left CCA, and making steps to become SBC. I’ve earn a second Masters and Doctorate during this season. I listen to more secular music now; less Country and more 90’s alternative. I don’t know the names of most current bands, nor do I care.
I’m no longer dogmatically convinced of a pre-trib rapture and am less certain about doctrines that people hold rather dearly. I like most women pastors better than I like most men pastors. I’ve stopped teasing my friend who is a CC pastor for what I consider to be his poor choice of friends, particularly those who he grew up with in the movement. I won’t name them. I recognize this is his upbringing, his sphere of influence and understanding that he has chosen to live in. It is the lens through which he views his reality. I see my world as much broader. Live and let live. I don’t care what McFotch and company do any more; not my tribe, not my problem. Calvary was good for me for a season, it was also toxic to me for a season; it’s time to leave all that behind.
I am trying to write some things, I have various ideas. Writing is hard discipline and there is no substitute to actually sitting in the chair for long hours sifting through your own personal wheat and chaff. You have to be your harshest critic to produce your best work. I’m actually thinking about retirement and what that really would look like. I think the world has gotten really crazy over the last 40 years and staying home, tending my garden and playing with my dog is looking better and better