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Lunch Break Notes

 

 

Dawn Skerritt

My phone rang while I was wondering aimlessly at Salvation Army Thrift Store, in search of a floor lamp for the living-room of the parsonage. The living-room is so dark, especially during our winter inversions. I reached for my phone. It was one of my parishioners. My heart sank, as I had been thinking of her a few moments ago while browsing the shoe section. No one prepares you for this type of thing. Being a highly sensitive person, I have learned to engage (rather than fear) the moments when someone crosses my mind. What I release is any forward thought of why they might be calling, because fortunately, I have been very wrong about that in the past! Which I embrace, as my line of work deals with all of life's big events, including death.

It was nothing big this time either.  Whew.

Something else hit me today.  I realized that I miss a shopping buddy.  It's been a great while since I actually shopped with a peer friend.  However, I long for moments once again.   Alas, no one to compare notes with on the $4 magazine rack on which I am perseverating at this very moment.  Gone are the moments of feeling awkward that I couldn't afford much in front of my friends, but gone are also the spontaneous decisions to get an orange smoothie and contemplate life with each other while people watching in the mall.

What they don't tell you in seminary, is that ministry requires a regular dose of resiliency.  One must learn to be comfortable in very uncomfortable situations, processing with other clergy members when possible, but also get comfortable with the very real My phone rang while I was wondering aimlessly at Salvation Army Thrift Store, in search of a floor lamp for the living-room of the parsonage.  The living-room is so dark, especially during our winter inversions.  I reached for my phone.  It was one of my parishioners.  My heart sank, as I had been thinking of her a few moments ago while browsing the shoe section.  No one prepares you for this type of thing.  Being a highly sensitive person, I have learned to engage (rather than fear) the moments when someone crosses my mind.  What I release is any forward thought of why they might be calling, because fortunately, I have been very wrong about that in the past!  Which I embrace, as my line of work deals with all of life's big events, including death.

feeling of loneliness. 

My mind drifts to a couple of women who left the work towards ordained ministry before they really got a chance to get started.  I wonder why.  Of course, I think, where was the support?  And yet, I realize at my deepest core that it takes so much resiliency that for some it may be best not to get started sometimes.  Or to pause to discover what may be possible.

Discernment is the word that means processing with prayer and scripture to understand God's guidance within your life, and within your call to vocation.