The Little Green Pig Speaks....
Monday, June 4, 2012
Q & A
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Disappointed
One of the most wonderful side-effects of ministry to me, though, is the friendships with colleagues: those people who know all too well what you’re going through. These people know you in a way that even your spouse may not. We got a taste of this at our church in Dallas. It has a large staff and in the five years that Stephen worked there, we developed a deep appreciation for the fierce loyalty that group of colleagues exhibited. No matter what complaints parishioners had, they had each others’ backs. They vented to each other, pastored one another, sometimes corrected and took each other to task but they always put forth a unified front. If as a parishioner you went to a church employee to complain about a different employee, you had to prepare yourself for the possibility of an ass-chewing. They trusted one another and they stuck together.
When Stephen started seminary, it was my hope that he would begin developing relationships like that with people that would soon be dispersed all over the country. Networking, yes, but more than that, really. I could visualize that at some future conference or convention, Stephen will spot an old classmate, shout his or her name across the room, greet that person with a big hug and spend the rest of the time chatting in a corner, catching up, sharing the good and the bad, and plotting future partnerships. He is being inducted into a fraternal order of sorts and the outcome is the mother of all “good ole’ boy” networks. That phrase usually has a negative connotation, but I think that’s a shame. I am not talking about shady backroom deals and covering up wrongdoings. But tasks are so much more easily and enjoyably accomplished when they are shared with friends.
I am learning, however, that not everybody has this view of clergy life and certainly do not value it. Unfortunately dissention seems to creep in here at the old seminario and it makes me quite sad. Instead of one day greeting old friends with a smile and a hug, I worry that it will be a simple head nod from across a crowded room, or even worse, a turn quickly and look the other way, hoping to not have to acknowledge that other person. I don’t know if it’s simply that some seminarians dislike one another or that they just don’t value their time here and appreciate the opportunity that is right in front of them. I can’t help but assume that some people have never experienced relationships like what we had in Dallas. If they had, then they’d surely know better!
More worrisome to me than leaving here without a giant group of friends is what it implies about the future of church dynamics. If I could give one piece of advice to my friends who are graduating and looking for their first church it is this: find a rector that you could see yourself being friends with, a church secretary who appreciates your sense of humor, and a children’s minister who will go on road trips with you. If you can’t find that, then who will save your neck when the altar guild is on a head hunt and who will save your soul when you are in your darkest hour?
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Fear
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Belly Button Lent, Part I
Sunday, February 20, 2011
"Slogging My Way Through The Slough of Despond" or "Hair Today; Gone Tomorrow," a melodrama in 3 acts
By now, after all my posts about it, I'm sure you all know that I've joined St. Baldricks. On April 16th I am shaving my head in solidarity with children who lose their hair during cancer treatment. My hair will be donated to Locks of Love in order to make a wig for one of these sweet kiddos, but more importantly, I will be raising funds for cancer research. Because St. Baldricks is purely volunteer run, 100% of the donations I receive will go directly toward research, and that is very exciting to me.
So, you all know WHAT I'm doing. The question I keep getting is WHY? I mean, sure, it's a great idea, noble cause and all that, but the hair bit seems a bit excessive, right? It has even been suggested that I cut my hair short, still donate the length of it, and retain enough for a cute bob. In the future I may actually do that, but for this time, my first time, I have to go all the way.
I wish I could say my intentions were completely altruistic, but to be completely honest, I am seeking to heal myself just as much as I wish to play a role in the healing of others. I am rounding the bend on the longest and darkest year of my life, having fought crippling anxiety, with the help of therapy and medication and a handful of friends who had been there before. I have been in survival mode for a long time now. Although not a bad thing in itself, it is by definition selfish, and I’m getting really tired of it. I am finally to a point in my healing process where I feel like the next step is to shake off the shackles of fear and despair that have held me down. I need to do something daring, something that scares me, and by so doing lend courage to those who really need it.Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Mel's World Premier on the Blogging Stage
This is to be my outlet for whatever odd thing keeps me up at night. I hope you find it entertaining and uplifting.