No one prepares you for this.
You think that you are just some guy, with friends starting a community that will hopefully impact your neighbourhood with some exciting Jesus type action and then it happens. Someone treats you like you’re their pastor. I always new that if I was going to start this community I should have “pastor” type gifts, but to be honest I don’t think I ever embraced the idea of actually being a pastor. Pastor’s are guys who speak Sunday morning, and perform weddings and funerals, and have a building on the corner of the street; I wasn’t one.
I still remember when I first “became” a pastor. It was one night after one of our gatherings at my house when my immaturity got me in trouble and when a person I was speaking with told me that she couldn’t believe that a pastor would say such a thing and stormed out of the room in disgust. I was floored. Shortly after, more of my “personality” traits got me into more trouble and then it hit me. I was now a pastor.
A pastor? Me? What happened?
This wasn’t good and as I look back am not sure if I will ever recover.
The first thing that made me realize I was a pastor is that I no longer had the same rules. I couldn’t make the same jokes, I couldn’t go to the same places, I couldn’t hang with the same people (without leaving out others) and my public profile became plastered everywhere. (At least to me). I couldn’t just be a guy working things out with everyone, I was a pastor who should “know better.”
This may have been the death of my journey in some regards. I am in a better place now, but the ministry depression I went through prior to and a good time after my stellar trip to the Bahamas to Soularize in October 2007 was quite painful and I think it’s only now that I understand why.
The truth is, if you want to journey together with your church, make mistakes openly, and just be “one of the boys” don’t pastor. Unless you like being at the top, partially transparent, or are an elder and have been through enough to be able to navigate through the waters, don’t pastor.
I’ve seen people leave because of me. This might be my ego, but they told me so.
I never signed up for this. Then again, maybe I did? Maybe this is the natural progression for all church planters; of course I think most of the others knew this would happen… I’m not sure i did.
I am a recovering pastor right now. And to be honest… I don’t want to be one. I want to journey openly and suggest some “sketchy” ideas, and explore the world (not needing to show up every Sunday). I need to re-define the term. Or perhaps bring its original meaning back… a gift as opposed to a position.
(I love that I can write this. I love that my church will read it and be encouraging.)
Now how do I actually live this out and not continue down the same road?
Sometimes I don’t think I will ever be able to.