1. You expect every single aspect of the church experience to be catered to your unique needs, taste, and preferences. Of course we all see the world, and our churches, from our unique perspective of taste, past experience, and desires. Yet a church is made up of all kinds of people, and is also poised to engage with those who haven’t even shown up yet. Your church isn’t, and should be, catered to YOU specifically—and each of us has this expectation, it becomes impossible for a pastor to ‘win’ or make anyone happy. What’s the big deal, you say? The phrase “death by a thousand paper cuts” sums it up.
That teeny, tiny little baby - born from the womb of a woman, by the seed of a man.
That teeny, tiny little baby - born from two people, connected to two people, displaced by two people.
That teeny, tiny little baby - born in her homeland country, so far away from the place she calls home.
That teeny, tiny little baby - born with just a number for her name, longing to know the goodness and gifting that could rise out of her new, “given” name.
- Katie Koranda
I dreamed that I was at my grandparent’s house in upstate New York. They were dead, just like they are in real life. I was rummaging through cupboards, frantically trying to find a memento of their life.
“Where is the glass jar with Snoopy on it that she kept instant coffee in?!” I yelled to my sisters.
The house was mostly empty. I couldn’t find anything. I was crushed.
Let me just be honest: the entire premise of this post is based on a Tracy Jordan quote, so if that is going to bum you out, you know where to click.
Every morning, I stand in a circle with my coworkers as we rattle off prayer requests.
It’s a practice that I’ve never experienced at a workplace, and I like it. I like knowing what’s going on with the people I work with, and standing with them in solidarity -- in the good and the bad -- and bringing everything before God.
But I have to be honest. It’s also really hard for me....