It’s coming.
Sometime tonight, I’m expecting a call that has the potential to change the life of my family in a profound way. This phone call will be made by the head of the Pastor Search Committee for Mt. Carmel Christian Church in Virginia, and will be to inform me of their decision concerning pursuing me as their new Senior Pastor.
It would be interesting to be referred to as a Senior Pastor, when I’m 5 years younger than the youngest Deacon on the Pastor Search Committee.
If the PSC decides to proceed with the process of interviewing/hiring me, Michelle and I would make 2 more trips down to Virginia, once for a formal introduction as a candidate for pastor, and again as a potential hire, followed by a formal vote. Then, we’d load up a moving truck and head south.
This job could mean lots of change for us.
- Steady, full-time, adequate income for the first time in our lives.
- The ability to budget, plan, and save. Also, the ability to fix our Nissan that’s falling apart, and to buy a second car. If I’m going to be able to get around to appointments/visitations/meetings in this town, it’d be better to have a second car. In order to fit in with the locals, it’d be better to have a small pick-up truck or SUV.
- Health insurance for the first time in 6 years
- Responsibility on a scale previously unknown. Along with the responsibility, scrutiny. As a pastor and his wife, living in the parsonage, we’d be living in a fishbowl whether we realized it or not. Everyone knows where we live, what our income is, and expects us to be available at all times of the day and night.
- Leadership. I’ve previously been the small-group leader of a student ministry, leading middle-school boys in discussions and Sunday School lessons. This would mean that I’m responsible for the spiritual instruction and development for about 50 people (currently), and for facilitating the growth, both spiritual and numerically, of a body of believers.
God, I know that you’ve led this process this far, from when I lost my job at the beginning of summer to this moment. I’m depending on You to lead the meeting tonight in Virginia, to let whatever decision is made be a reflection of Your will for this church, and for my service to You. Lord, my heart’s desire is to serve You through ministry with this church. I trust You to know best, but I fear my reaction if they decide against me. You have told us that we’ll be moving before the end of summer, and I don’t know how that will happen if it’s not to Virginia. Help me, Father.
Honestly, I don’t know what will happen if the church decides to look elsewhere for their next pastor. I also don’t know what will happen if they decide to continue pursuing me; but in a different way. If they continue with me, I have a vague idea of what the near-term process will look like. If they decide to stop pursuing me, I honestly don’t know what that will mean. I don’t know what I’ll question about myself and my beliefs. I want to say that no matter the outcome, I’ll believe that God knows best. But I don’t know how solid my belief in You will be if we’re still living here in October, after being told so clearly that we’re moving in September.
A Surprising Source
Posted in Commentary on 1 October, 2006 by SeanEveryone has a relative that forwards things, right? Or, maybe you’re the one that forwards things. Either way, I just got this email last night, and thought it worthy of posting. I’m normally untrusting of forwarded emails, but I’ve researched this one at Ben Stein’s website and Snopes.com, and I’ve copied the actual text from Ben Stein’s site. It was delivered December 12th, 2005.
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