Yesterday, our pastor, Ron Michalski, submitted his resignation to Glad Tidings, Victoria, after twenty-five years of glorious service. Belle and I have gotten to know him over the past two and a half years taking in his excellent weekly sermons, chatting with him, and personally encouraging him. Ron is one of those well-rounded individuals who likes to serve the needs of his congregants while developing his own interests and answering to the needs of his family. In a large church setting of over two thousand souls, being all things to all people can be a very stressful job. As an old high-school history teacher of thirty-six years, I found my life to be conflicted along the same fault lines: students, community, family, and personal ambitions. Ron is, undoubtedly, a talented man – music, golf, reading – who just needs more time to pursue his own private desires of the heart without feeling impinged upon by outside concerns. I say this because that is how many of us retirees finally get it. Many of us, pastors included, finally understand that it is time to slip away and discover some new things in life that are more cultural, spiritual and physically rewarding than just holding down a job. If I’ve been hearing Ron correctly in his pulpit ministry, the Gospel or Good News should engage us as his disciples in its many interconnecting facets: ministering to the poor, encouraging the downtrodden, bringing hope to the lost, and rejoicing in hope. For the next number of years, Ron, like myself and others in the church, have to do it without any official job title, and that can be so liberating and fulfilling. I am no longer a teacher with status in the community; rather I am just an individual pilgrim, with the backing of a church body, struggling to daily know God’s will in my life as to how to be a better Christian, a better husband, and a better individual in the world.