archived guest post #1

Preface: traitor

This was the look on my face when I was clearing my Google Drive in an old email that I used to use when I had my previous blog.  I saw the title, “Pastor Chronicles”.  Then it all came back to me with a quickness.  The Traitor asked me if he could write a guest blog entry.  He didn’t want to make his own blog but wanted to write about his situationship under the anonymity of a pen name.

It never went into circulation because shortly after he sent me what he wanted posted, we had a falling out.  It is 15 pages and four chapters.  Since it had not been published before, I thought I would post it one chapter at a time.

Boy meets girl
Boy falls for girl
Girl falls for boy
Boy2 enters the picture
Boy and girl get into a fight
Boy2 loses his brother
Boy calls girl to console boy2
Boy loses girl to boy2
Boy meets girl2
Girl still likes boy
Boy and girl2 get engaged
Girl breaks up with boy2 to go after boy
Boy chooses girl?

Chapter 1

“Listen, I do love you, but as I’ve been praying about it, I just know, this is just not meant to be,” she said tearfully. “I’ve just never received any confirmation from God that we were meant to be together.” This was hard for me to take. After all, I was a pastor, serving at a prominent Korean church. How could God not give her confirmation? Did I mention that I was a pastor?

We had been dating for a few months, but man in those months, sparks flew. We had many long telephone conversations. I remember our first conversation very clearly. We had already spoken for a number of hours, and by this time, she was obviously tired, but wanted to keep talking to me. So at her state of half consciousness, she agreed to everything that I said, while not really processing what I was saying. Realizing this, I pulled a fast one on her. “Listen, I’ve been thinking about what I want to name our daughters. I’m thinking the oldest one will be named Abigail, or Abby. Then the next daughter we will name Tabitha, or Tabby. So we’d have 2 daughters, Abby and Tabby, isn’t that a good idea?” I said deceitfully. “Yeah that’s a great idea,” she replied not realizing what she was saying. “Okay then, if we ever get married, give me the naming rights for all of our children,” I continued to bait her. “Yes, okay, I agree.”

The next day she called me, not realizing if the whole conversation was a dream or not. “What did we talk about last night?” She asked inquisitively. “Um, a lot of stuff,” I answered. “I seem to recall talking about what we were going to name our daughters, Abby and Tabby, and that I agreed to that? NO FAIR!! YOU TRICKED ME,” as she recalled our previous nights conversation. “A deal’s a deal, you promised,” I said as I smiled.

I knew I had fallen for her that night. After that we talked for hours each day. I don’t even know what we talked about all the time. It’s amazing how quickly the hours can pass if you enjoy hearing someone’s voice. I learned that she was a TCK (third world kid, or missionary kid). She grew up in Kenya, and that her parents still lived in Kenya. She came to the states as a college student, getting a full scholarship at the only school her parents would allow her to go to, which happened to be one of the most conservative Christian colleges in the nation. This also meant that she was not a US citizen which would play a major role in the conversation we were currently having. She worked through school, and received her masters degree in math. Currently, she was teaching at a local state university as an adjunct professor. This is when I met her. She had moved away from the small Christian college to a major state university in a major city. A missionary kid who spoke four languages and working at a university? If there was ever a person born to fit the role of Pastor’s wife (samonym in Korean), she was that person.

During those few months that we were dating, there was always something that hung over both of our heads. She was not a US citizen. She was working on a one year work visa. We both prayed and prayed that she would get sponsored somehow. We were confident that God had brought us together, and so we were confident that He would provide for us somehow. But as the months past by, she heard nothing. She sought out all avenues she could think of. She met with the deans of her university. The problem was that she was an adjunct professor, and adjuncts were at the bottom of the totem pole. Only Phd’s get sponsored.

Then out of nowhere through a random contact, she received a job offer in Korea. It was at the prestigious university in Korea, the one school that she knew would make her parents proud. And although she had no desire to move back to Korea because of previous bad experiences, this was something that she had to seriously consider.

This was all complicated by the fact that her new relationship to me was flourishing. We were madly in love and crazy about each other. There was even talk of marriage, even though we hadn’t known each other for very long. I offered to marry her so that she could have her citizenship and she would not have to go back to Korea. It all seemed to work in my mind. She was the perfect woman to become a pastor’s wife. We were crazy about each other.

Obviously it didn’t work out that way. She started becoming distant. Even though we still talked, I could tell that she was elsewhere. Finally she explained to me. “For the past month I’ve been praying about it. And I just feel that we were not meant to be together. That’s just what my prayers are telling me. I’ve talked to a number of my friends, and they seem to be confirming this as well.” Calmly I told her that we’d continue to pray about it. We’d pray about I was totally confident that it would work out, after all God would be on my side.

A month later and we found ourselves in our current conversation. “You are sure about this? What about all the confirmation that I’ve received? What about the fact that we are great together?” I didn’t know what else to say. I was losing my mind. “I’m really sorry.” Click and she hung up the phone. Stunned, I sat there for about five minutes unable to believe that something so wonderful can end so abruptly. It was the day after Christmas.