“I confess to being a Christian who is more obsessed with the church than it’s founder” and other confessions (and commitments) from Steve.
I’ve been through a lot of changes lately. I wish I knew where all of this was going, but I don’t. But I feel better about things today than I did a while ago. Not so long ago, I was wondering if God was leading me away from the established church to something else. I wasn’t sure, and I sure wasn’t going to jump until I heard God’s call pretty clearly. I think I’ve moved to someone who loves the new forms of church, while not completely abandoning the old. LT expresses some of the reasons better than I could. The issue isn’t (always) structure. The issue is following Jesus. Who knows where all of this will lead?
Most days, pastoring is a blast. I get paid to think and to serve and I get a front-row seat to watch what God is doing in other people’s lives. I work with some great people and I’m given a lot of freedom to ask questions. The people of Richview have been truly amazing. If I sometimes seem like I’m pushing the church, it’s because I’m convinced God is doing something new, and we can miss out if we don’t rethink some of our assumptions. It’s part of the growth journey that I’m on. Today was one of those days that pastoring wasn’t a blast. There are those days that you’re confronted with the worst of church life – of human nature, really. The only consolation is that I know that every person has days like these, and that I shouldn’t be exempt. But it’s still tough to be disappointed, even hurt, by a person. I’m in a funk and I’m tired. But all is not lost. Tonight, we got to serve turkey dinner to some kids who live in one of the toughest areas of town. There were so many people helping that I could barely get in to do a thing. The worst of days, and yet in some ways the best of days. And, after all, there’s always tomorrow.