Anyway, today's my first day at a new church. I have no idea what I'm going to wear. But I do know what my office looks like! So, enjoy this, because I promise that it will never be this clean ever ever again.
|those photos are of my mom as a little girl, watching over my desk...|
|I don't think I'll be buying any more books, cuz these are full.|
|the one time you'll see the top of this desk...possibly forever.|
There's a lot that's weird about a pastoral transition. I know it's weird for the church, but no one ever really told us how weird it would be for the pastor. You become part of a community, a family--with traditions, shared memories, hopes and dreams and fears. You are invited into the hardest and the most joyous moments of people's lives. And then, with 6 weeks notice, you're not. It's extremely weird. And then, to compound the weirdness, you go and meet 100 new people and do the same thing all over again. We carry these ties, these memories, these hopes and fears and dreams and relationships, over a whole career. We hold sacred and silly moments, for one community after another. And that is beautiful. And bizarre, if you think about it.
But there's so much promise, just as at the beginning of a school year. New outfit, new office, new photo, new adventures.