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 🙂