Back at the beginning of 2012, I did some statistical analysis on the age of the clergy in the Western North Carolina Conference of the United Methodist Church. What is interesting is a lot of the trends I saw are now coming true.
I saw that 49% of the clergy in 2012 were over 55 years. I predicted there would be a tsunami of retirements coming and low and behold there are. Last year we had over 50+ clergy retire and the current rumor (I don’t know the actual number) is that we will have that many if not more. The retiring class for 2017 & 2018 is guaranteed to be in the triple digits. This is unprecedented and could possibly be our new reality.
My number was called and I will be moving in July. I will say goodbye to Indian Trail UMC and hello to Milford Hills UMC. This transition comes because of what I predicted in 2012. I revisited my posts and I am sad to see that some of my predictions have come or are coming true.
As we deal with a dwindling amount of clergy, it will be interesting to see how the cabinet handles these new realities. I wonder if other conferences have dealt with this already? I wonder what solutions they have come up with and are they working?
It would be interesting to get my hands on this information again and see if we have improved our age demographic or if we are looking at even worse numbers. However, I don’t have access to that information, so I’ll just have to wait and see.
For Lent this year, instead of giving up something, I went the route of adding something. For me, adding something during this holy season always had a little more effective than giving something up. I prefer to do something reflective, creative and focused. I have done the Rethink Church Instagram photo a day for a few years.
This year I decided to reflect on the 15 years of ministry I have experienced. I came up with a different truth about my experience in ministry for the 46 days of Lent (just a reminder you don’t count Sundays in the 40 days of Lent…so I had to write 6 more). I wanted to approach this journey the same way I approach ministry, with humor and honesty.
I decided to share all 46 of my #Ministrytruths tweets from #Lent2018 here, in one place.
It is an honor to be invited behind the doors of the intimate moments of people’s lives. I am invited to sit by the dying & pray with newborns. I am invited to celebrations, parties, & waiting rooms. Ministry is an invitation to share life with people.
Ministry is an emotional rollercoaster. I stood in line to get on this ride, but I had no clue how steep and fast some of the hills were nor how tight the corners are some days.
Part of me knows I wear a robe because of my fear I’ll preach a sermon with my zipper down.
Finding God in the silence is easy. Finding God in the midst of the chaos of 5 minutes before worship is extremely difficult.
People’s expectations are impossible to live up to.
On Ash Wednesday I introduced myself to someone I saw on Christmas Eve. He listens to my sermons online and is slowly attempting to come and join us for worship. What we offer people online means a lot to the unchurched.
If I had to choose one piece of office equipment I couldn’t live without, it would be the folding machine, definitely the folding machine!
I grew up scared to talk and read in front of people. I still get nervous. Each week, when I step behind a pulpit, is simply a sign God desires to and does work through me, in spite of me.
I am not a fan of “Social Media Theology” because my God is bigger and more complex than the number of characters in a Tweet. Also, irony is not lost on me.
Some Sunday mornings I don’t want to go to church either.
One of my favorite parts of worship is holding my wife’s hand, at the prayer rail, while we say the Lord’s Prayer.
Sometimes at parties, I open a conversation up with, “I’m a pastor,” just because I don’t want to talk to anyone.
Children are the only age group named in Wesley’s historical questions for ordination. However, many ministers spend time with older adults because they whine a lot louder than the children. May we make the children of our congregation a priority, always.
I lament the fact I cannot be a father who can teach his children how to sing from a hymnal.
Eventually, I understood in my heart that the work of ministry is never done. When I let that sink in I finally gave myself permission to be comfortable with taking a Sabbath. Ministry is never done and it is okay to rest in the midst of the incomplete.
I wear a robe and stole because like an athlete who wears a jersey on game day, it puts me in the right frame of mind and readies my soul to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
While mountain biking over Old Fort Mountain, a man walked out of the rhododendrons with a shotgun and two dogs on chains. He handed me and my friend a track and then disappeared into the woods again. This is not quality evangelism.
Every Sunday, as the acolytes light the candles on the altar, I kneel at the prayer rail and pray, “Lord, may what we do today, in some way, glorify your Holy name.”
Ministry would be great if it weren’t for people.
One of the hardest parts of preaching is learning when I am talking and when God is talking, and then shutting myself up.
I look at my bookshelf and I don’t know whether to be saddened by all the books I haven’t read or impressed by all the ones I have.
If you want to see the true nature and faith of a local church, visit a budget-planning meeting in November when that congregation is in the red.
Most days there is nothing I would rather do with my life than ministry in the local church. Some days I wish I there was a plan B.
I wish people knew I can see them sleeping during worship.
Preaching is an art form. People do it differently because we are all different. 15 years in I am still crafting, building, and exploring what my style.
A church’s marquee sign is simply my chance to misspell in public.
One of the best things that happened at my current appointment is my wife and I have friends who aren’t church members.
One of the aspects of leading worship that breaks my heart is I can’t sit next to my kids during worship and one of the best aspects is I don’t have to sit next to my kids in worship.
I look at the stains left on the pulpit from preachers of the past and I thank them for their witness, dedication, and love for the church. I also wonder whose hands will grip the pulpit when my time here is done, what church will I leave for them?
Never let laity help you move in, there is too much judgment on the stuff you choose to own or were given as gifts.
Ministry can be extremely lonely because no one wants you to be you. What they really want is you to be a clone of their favorite pastor.
The future of the church isn’t your children and youth. The future of the church is the guest who walked into the sanctuary for the first time.
Taking a congregation from 75 in worship to 95 involves just as much, if not more, talent, patience, and creativity as it does to take a congregation from 300 to 500.
There is no cookie cutter for great church leadership. Only a person willing to check their ego and use the God-given gifts, talents, and abilities will become a great leader. Be the “you” God created you to be.
I became a better pastor when I stopped apologizing for not being everything to everyone.
On this journey of ministry, I have learned there are times when I should simply stop what I am doing and pray. My go-to is John Wesley’s Covenant Prayer…”I am no longer my own, but yours…”
There are only two constants in life and the life of a church, change and the love of God.
Youth are not the future of the church, they ARE the church. When you treat them as members of the local church, you get youth who feel invested, loved, appreciated and a strong sense of belonging.
Sermon illustrations should come from all aspects of life. As preachers, if we only use illustrations from our family, our favorite movies, or things in OUR world, we will miss out on the Word being heard by a wider audience.
For many pastors, this is hell week. It is very hard to be in a place to receive the grace, power, and love which happens this week in the midst of the never-ending TO-DO list. Holy Week starts when Easter worship ends because we can breathe again.
“I have to work tomorrow,” is always a great excuse to leave a Saturday night gathering early.
When it comes to the high holy days, Christmas Eve and Easter, don’t attempt to be ultra creative. Save that for other Sundays. Simply preach the story. Let the Incarnation and Resurrection speak for themselves. There is great power in those stories.
There is nothing more humbling than allowing your feet to be washed and to wash another person’s feet.
Good Friday is one of the most powerful and holiest days of the Christian year. It is a shame more people do not worship on the day our Lord died.
Holy Saturday is a gift of rest, a chance to take a breath and to mourn in the midst of the Triduum. (Triduum is a very churchy word for the three services which are in essence, one giant worship service, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Easter Sunday)
While in divinity school, my roommate and I gave up meat for Lent. It was going great until we both caught ourselves eating chicken wings at a party. We repented and moved on to the chips and dip. Other Lenten seasons I have attempted to add things to my life like following the Rethink Church’s photo “Picture a Day.”
In our world of alternative facts and truth being relatives, I thought I would tell the truth this Lenten Season. For the forty-six days of Lent (Lent is a season of forty days and Sundays aren’t counted because they are “little Easters”), I will tweet a truth about my life as a preacher, minister, and pastor of a local church.
I hope some will be seen as funny, maybe some as profound. Others I hope to shine a light on the humanness of being called into ministry and the real emotions, struggles, and pains preaching weekly, praying with families and printing/folding bulletins can hold.
Through this task, I pray my eyes will be opened to how much God surrounds the work I do in the local church. Sometimes ministry can get the minister bogged down, worn down and we put blinders up to the how God is at work even in the mundane.
Here is to opening my eyes, heart, and soul this Lenten Season!
Lent is fast approaching, a season of unrest for a culture of immediate satisfaction. We are desperate for immediacy. It is a task to learn how to be patient.
The word patient is funny. We use it to describe a trait on people good at waiting. We also use it to describe someone who is receiving medical care. The definition is “able to accept or tolerate delays, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious.” There is nothing in our culture, which teaches us to tolerate suffering without becoming anxious. We only have drugs for that.
As I was discussing this aspect of life with a group I had a realization we, as in humanity…which means “my experience,” has a very hard time with being patient. Sure we can point to drive-thru windows, express checkout lines, and two-day delivery but if we peel all of that back there is something deeper.
I enjoy looking back in hindsight and pointing out where I see all of God’s fingerprints. As a Wesleyan, I am a firm believer and experienced Prevenient Grace receiver. This grace is found all over my life however it is really seen in hindsight, looking back after you go through a season of life. It is seen in reflection, playing back life moments, like a movie montage.
When I look back for grace, God’s presence, and how the Holy Spirit has led me through troubling times, it makes me want to hurry to a place where I can do this kind of reflection. It makes me want to get to the end of the journey faster. I find myself wishing the present away so I can look back in the past. Patience is not my virtue.
If patience is to tolerate delays without annoyance, then why do I want to rush through? Why can’t I find the grace in the present? Why can I not feel God’s hands on my life in the moment when the fingerprints are being placed on my soul? Why do I have to wait until the journey is over to see them?
My problem is my inability to recognize God in the present. To do this means to slow down, to pay attention, to be comfortable in the midst of waiting. It is whole patience thing. I would love to know all the answers now in order for me to settle into the present, but those aren’t promised. I would love God to move me to Easter, at the resurrection, because it makes the crucifixion less of a taxing event.
God doesn’t promise us a window into the future to calm the present and allow ourselves to recognize God at work in the now. Instead, what I should continue to cling too is Jesus’ last words to his disciples in Matthew’s gospel. “Look, I myself will be with you every day until the end of this present age.” (Mt. 28:20)
God is here in the now and walks with us through the present. As we (by which I mean I) go into Lent, instead of looking forward to Easter or looking back for examples of God’s grace, let us pay attention to God’s fingerprints pressing our on flesh right now. May our eyes, my eyes, be open in the midst of our waiting to the reality God is with us.
I am sulking this morning and disappointed. The New England Patriots will go to the Super Bowl again this year. This makes my brother-in-law happy, many in my congregation thrilled and other friends elated. For the rest of the world, we simply roll our eyes.
The NFL has been complaining about the lack of viewership this year. Apparently, it is down around 10% from last year. The way we watch TV when we watch and what we watch has changed over the last few years and so it is easy to see the NFL hit by viewers changing the channel or streaming something different. I suggest it is something else. It has become too predictable.
Somehow and in some fashion, the Patriots win with Tom Brady doing something spectacular. I think people are getting tired of it. I was happy for the Pats first Super Bowl win. Good for them. I could care less about Brady’s sixth ring. It isn’t fun for other fans to watch any more. So we change the channel. I’ll still watch the Super Bowl…at least until the second half. Then it might be time to binge on something, which will keep my attention.
Predictability is comforting but it can be boring. I use to know an associate minister who would tell him how each one of the sermons of the senior minister went. Starts by reading the Bible, moves into a story, talks about the scriptures, moves down out of the pulpit for a personal and touching story, then back into the pulpit to conclude and wrap things up. As a new preacher in that congregation, this was a fresh and energetic approach because it was different than the last preacher. Years later it was predictable. You could play “sermon bingo” knowing the ebb and flow of each week.
I wonder if my sermons are predictable. I attempt to change the format every so often. I read the scripture in different places. I attempt to work from illustration to scripture or from scripture to illustrations. I know my approach and style are similar but I continue to attempt to stretch in those areas as well.
In this world, when people can listen to dynamic preachers from podcasts or YouTube, how does the local church, every week, ‘normal’ preacher keep things fresh and new? How do I stop my congregation from playing “sermon bingo” because what I am going to preach has turned predictable?
Here is my “Super Bowl Bingo.” The Eagles will go up by a little. Tom Brady will complain to the refs. Some calls will go the Patriots way, which keep them in the game. In the end, a miraculous play wins the game for the Patriots and Tom Brady gets his 6th ring. I don’t have to watch the game to know how it is going to play out…this is the way it has always happened.
I pray I can be willing to change myself, my approach, my preaching in order that I don’t become predictable and people will sit in the pews excited to hear what happens next. I don’t want my congregation to approach their worship the same way I am approaching Super Bowl LII…with a lack of enthusiasm and expected predictability.
There is probably no scary room in the world, then walking into a room with people who have just experienced a tragic death or into a room where death is about to happen. The people of Hospice know this space more than anyone. In my experience, there are no better people than those who walk families through this tender and thin space. What ramps up the horribleness is when children or youth are involved. This is the space that Shea Collins works in. She has had 15 years of experience working with children, youth and their families in the Hospice setting. She is an ordained Elder within the United Methodist Church and is now working at Hospice of Cabarrus County in North Carolina. In our conversation, we talk about how to deal with these situations and places of grief. She gives amazing insights and recommendations to clergy and laypeople alike.
One of the things she talks about is a week-long summer camp to help connect youth who are dealing with tragedies. Grief can be a lonely place but here at this Grief Camp these youth learn they are not alone. CLICK HERE for more information.
As I wrap up Season 2, I want to say a special thank you to all my guests and for the wonderful conversations we have had this season. I am looking forward to what Season 3 might hold. For Season 3 I would love to talk to more non-clergy people about their work to build up the kingdom of God. If you know someone I should have a conversation with, please leave a comment below.
Until next season, enjoy your adventure and peace be with you.
Donna is the pastor of Mount Vernon Place UMC in Washington, DC. When she arrived in 2005 it was a completely different church than it is now. It was a dying congregation. However, through Donna’s leadership, a ton of time, and even more prayers, they have turned this congregation around. Along with Roger Owens, she has now authored a new book about this journey, “A New Day in the City.” It is a powerful testimony to urban church renewal and the work God has done in and through them.
If you would like to purchase a copy of her book, CLICK HERE.
To learn more about Mount Vernon Place UMC, CLICK HERE.
Remember to please leave a rating and review over at Apple Podcast. Also if you have a suggestion for lay people who are doing amazing things for the kingdom of God, please let me know so I can work on Season 3.
The last episode of Season 2 will be up on the third Monday of December.