For almost two months, I haven’t had much to say. I’ve been pretty quiet here on the blog and it’s taken me some time to process why that it is. Earlier this week, I felt like I was gaining some clarity on the answer to that question. I was beginning to realize that the transition in my role at the church was a significant contributing factor to my silence. I am slowly getting used to the idea of “speaking” from a different perspective and yet I realize that this new location in some ways requires me to communicate differently. I guess the best way to describe that is that I feel a heightened sense of responsibility for my words. Perhaps I should have felt that all along, but I certainly feel it now as I move into a more defined pastoral role in the life of our church community.
I’ve said this before, but I continue to believe that as you develop in the role of teacher/preacher, you spend a great deal of energy trying to get people to listen to you and it is only after you realize that people are taking you seriously that the fear sets in and you realize, “these people are actually depending upon me to say something. I better not screw this up.” It seems that in my first six years of ministry, I’ve been back and forth on that pendulum which swings between boastful pride and utter humility.
Tonight, we had some wonderful friends over for dinner. One couple we have known for quite some time, and they were instrumental in starting Mosaic. The other couple who joined us for dinner were invited to Mosaic by the first couple so we’ve only known them for a short time, but I have really enjoyed getting to know them. I really enjoyed tonight. We had some great conversation… one of those conversations that you can spend hours participating in and yet you feel like you’ve only been talking for 10 minutes… you know what I mean…
I was asking the husband questions about his job (I don’t know why, but I am always fascinated by what people do all day!) and he shared an incredible response with me that has encouraged me to write tonight. As he was sharing about his work and some of the stuff that he does, he said, “I don’t quite understand it but I find myself needing to tell a story. I’m not sure what that story is, but I know that I need to tell it.” I’ve been mulling over those two sentences all night. I really feel like I needed to hear that tonight.
Like my friend, I feel the need to tell a story. Further, as a follower of Jesus, I understand that to be one of the primary functions of my life… but the process gets fuzzy when I am reminded of the fact that the process of retelling is also a process of reliving. It is not enough to tell the story. We are invited to “live in” and “embody” a particular story. That’s where the work gets hard, and it’s also the point where the fear begins to rise because we are now aware that people are listening and watching. And the reason that they are listening and watching isn’t to fulfill some exhibitionist fantasy. The reason that they are watching is because they are desperate to believe that there is more to the story… and that perhaps the expectation and excitement that the story has produced in their life might have a chance to actually be realized.
In the words of a friend, I heard my call to speak again tonight… I heard my call to write and to journal and to pray and to wrestle and to read and to reflect and to share… because I too have a story to share… and I too have a story to live.
And so do you…