I work as a pastor among the homeless and mentally ill. And I write. Not for anyone in particular, mind you, but I do post blogs. A lot. And I run and live in a community house. And I organize meals, and stuff. You get the idea.
But "job"? Jobs are for people who get paid.
So about four years ago I became manager of a three acre property on which our homeless church and three other churches meet. I just quit that job. Now I'm working half time, seeing if I can actually make a little bit of money writing, instead of just doing it all for free. I have my doubts.
A lot has happened in the last three years. I un-quit. Then I got forced out of the city I worked for 20 years. Then I was threatened by the city of Portland this year. Advocating for the homeless can be fun.
I am a month and a half away from moving to Eugene, Oregon, where I am pastoring a small but very community-active church there. I am still serving houseless folks, but in a much more quiet way. I'm biding my time.
Sandy, the property I was working on got sold and the new church tore all the gardens up, including all the fruit and memorial trees we planted.