You might recall that a couple of months ago, I wrote about how my church had decided to focus on where we needed to head as an organization. I lamented about how in my experience this turns into an opportunity to complain, make superficial changes, and ultimately pat ourselves on the back for succeeding in doing something different.
I really don’t like the way that kind of process has gone for me and the staffs that I’ve worked with over the years. But, I let you know that this time I was a bit more optimistic that this time it could be different.
Over these past couple of months, I watched as this process began to spin in what I think is its typical pattern. I grew frustrated and bitter about how the whole thing was playing out. In fact, my wife finally looked at me at some point in June and asked when I had lost all of that optimism I had when we first began dating. She ultimately let me know that I had become a rather negative person.
This was one of those moments in which I was faced with looking at my true self, and I’ve got to let everyone here who reads this know that I really didn’t like what I saw. It’s pretty humbling when what you see in reality doesn’t match your perception.
Our staff took several afternoons to sit down and discuss our ministry. We went through the process that I explained in the last post, getting to the point where we had no real ‘change’ or focus on what we needed to be about. What we did come up with was an understanding that our area of ministry needed additional help to do some of the things I’d been doing a bit differently. I can’t tell you that I wasn’t hurt by this realization. After all, I’d been doing those things before—what made them think that having another person do it would make it much more successful?
I got to a point where my frustration and hurt was affecting how I interacted with everyone—and I realized that I needed some help. I felt even more frustrated as I couldn’t find the help I needed. Here I was, needing to take some time to tend to my spiritual side—and at the same time I was being asked to help make decisions for a congregation seeking to tend to their spiritual side. It was one of the toughest spots that I can remember ever being in. I mean how can you possibly lead when you have no clear direction yourself? (A side note: I’m not claiming that I felt as though I needed to be somewhat better at faith than my congregation to lead them. I’m simply telling you that I had somehow lost the ability to listen to God.)
And so, looking at this process that seemed to be at a place where nothing really changes, and knowing that I needed to do some soul searching (for lack of a better description) I took the leap to find the help I desired. I went to see a spiritual director for a couple of sessions and made the decision to take some time off as soon as my busy season wound down. I realized that the one thing that I could change in this process of figuring out a focus was to seek change myself.
More to come.