A friend once asked why I was boring at church.  She said something to the effect of, “You’re so fun the rest of the time, funny, witty, handsome…”  And I digress.  Because, she didn’t say handsome 🙂

It is the same reason, strangely, I cannot imagine doing anything else.  Well, I can imagine it – but I don’t want to do anything else.

Answer: Stories.  I don’t know everyone’s, and I know few really well.  But I know stories: they walk by me every Sunday.  Stories play with and teach my kids the Gospel of Jesus on Sundays.  My friends and I  sing together, sometimes we eat P Sghetti’s with spoons together, pray together, cry together, and (less often than at restaurants apparently) we laugh together.

It is a good weight, but it is a weight nevertheless.  I love you all, I would never trade my job, but I have been described as boring at church and thought that that was a worthy blog post 🙂