Church life is nuts. Like out-of-order, Jane-stop-this-crazy-thing nuts. Church leadership often feels like a merry-go-round that goes progressively faster (there goes Advent! Wait, was that Lent? Here comes Ordinary Ti–fundraiser for the mission trip! Sign up Sunday school teachers!)

Yet the thing that attracted me to pastoral ministry and made me think I might be called to it was the order of congregational life, the patterns, habits, and seasons that shape the life of a Christian community in a particular place. A brief stint in an intentional community after college stoked this fire, and a couple of years of single city living made me yearn to belong to a people and to be shaped by their way of life. “Practices” were a big deal.

Counting my time in seminary, I’m 14 years removed now from that discernment, and I see clearly now that the liturgically patterned life of an ordered church community is a mirage. Pastoral leadership is more about organizing events than it is presiding over a community’s routine of intentional practices.

Tell me if you experience this differently.

Perhaps the reality is better than the illusion, though. Might there be advantages to organizing church life around and orienting leadership toward the episodic as opposed to the “Ordinary?”

The community gathered for worship on this Lord’s Day is unique. In all likelihood, this community will not gather again with exactly this composition ever again. Today’s worship is an event that will not be repeated. Even as it sings God’s praises in communion with worship of God in every time and place, it remains isolated to this time and these place, and, critically, these particular people.

So when a worshiper shares with you that something you did made her “upset to be here,” you’d better listen. You can’t please everybody, yada yada yada, I know. And “upset” is a fine feeling to steer people toward in worship. But if something incidental to your preparation to lead worship upsets someone, then this unique, time-bound experience has been diminished.

So fix it.

Thank her for the courage it must take to confront a worship leader with a criticism, put it in your pocket, and resolve to prepare better next Sunday.

Either upset people on purpose or not at all.

I watched a first grade teacher use a napkin to remove the frosting from a cupcake for one of her students. “He doesn’t like the icing,” she explained as I gaped.

She gracefully made her way through rows of desks distributing the treats, but also straightening papers, correcting speech, adjudicating disputes–all with an unflappable manner that displayed confidence in the children.

Is this our work, to preside over a community like this, to nurture and govern it?

How much energy do we spend on cupcake icing?

I sent an email.

I put it in the newsletter.

I posted it to Facebook.

I made a sign.

Still, people said they didn’t know about it.

Their fault. Totally their fault.

But still, my problem.

It has been conventional wisdom for a long time that groups of clergy colleagues are good for pastors’ health. I’ve been invited into groups like this in both of the communities I have served, and I have been part of national groups as well. I have found them to be a helpful source of insight and encouragement.

But I think the emphasis for clergy needs to shift from finding these groups to forming them, which is a totally different skill set. Forming a group of clergy colleagues requires leadership among our peers, which most of us don’t feel we have permission to exert. But I have been grateful for the leadership my colleagues have exercised in setting a date and a time, calling peers, and saying, “I need this to exist and I want you in it” (Iona, I’m looking at you).

For such a group to accomplish what its founders want (study, accountability, learning), someone is going to have to lead, again in a way none of us feels we have a right to do. But with a group of colleagues that gathered for three days last December, one of us proposed (and led!) a Leadership Learning Conversation process that was the heart of our work (Landon, I’m looking at you).

Groups like these are tools for our health and learning in ministry, but they don’t just exist. Someone has to start them, and someone has to lead them (even the most collaborative group needs, at the very least, a facilitator). If there’s not a group where you are, what’s keeping you from making one?

Sometimes life sits you across the table from a bigwig, which is one thing when the table is only set for two but quite another thing when there are 10. The first case is an interview, either of you or by you, but in any case the conventions are defined enough to manage.

Sitting across from a bigwig when there’s a whole table full of people feels different. Now the peers to your right and left, to the bigwig’s right and left, may judge you as an opportunist for making too much of your fortuitous seating. So don’t hog the bigwig. But if nobody else engages her, go to work. After all, there’s another seat right next to the bigwig, and nobody took it.

Ask all your questions and glean all you can. If you’re really lucky, the bigwig may even throw some criticism your way. Eat it all up. You won’t be at this table again. And when the thought creeps in that your table-mates are silently condemning you a for a greedy conversationalist (which is obviously more about you than them–they don’t and you’re not), just practice in your mind how you will retell the story the bigwig just shared about being in a Michael Lewis book.

Two out of the four high school seniors who will address their fellow graduates at the community baccalaureate service next month are my students, and you better believe I’m proud of them. I’m also glad I asked them to audition. Well, “ask” isn’t the right word, and that makes all the difference.

Two speakers auditioned on the first of two appointed days, and all of mine were MIA. So as I left the high school, I texted three of them, “I want you to audition to speak at Baccalaureate.”

Not “Would you like to?”

Not “I think you should.”

Not “Please consider.”

I. Want. You.

I suppose it’s possible that the two who responded care so much about my approval that they’d sooner stare down hundreds of their peers with nothing to say than disappoint me, but that’s not where I’m putting my money. I’m betting the earnest desire of an adult who cares about them and wants to see them flourish was the thing.

Being wanted is powerful. I need to do more of this: let people know how highly I think of them and that I want them to share their gifts. That’s transformative.

I don’t read much these days, and I feel badly about that. I have a roll of about 10 blogs that come to my email inbox daily, and I’ll spend about five minutes perusing those at the start of the day, but my reading barely goes beyond that. I have subscriptions to Harpers and The Atlantic, and I carry issues around in my bag for weeks not reading them. Last week I actually read half of a Harper’s article in a restaurant, then walked out without the magazine.

 So many books that I didn’t read/but there’s so much air I got to breathe (Matt & Kim)

And books? Forget about books. I read several chapters of the Kindle edition of this book over a recent vacation, but since then I’ve barely picked it up again. Of course, cooling on reading doesn’t stop me from acquiring more books.

I never felt completely honest describing “reading” as one of my hobbies, because the truth is my attention span is short, and I tend to read when there’s nothing else to do. Like on airplanes. I devour books on airplanes.

All the same, I used to read quite a bit. It feels like the time I used to spend reading, though, now goes to blogging, editing a podcast, or making some kind of progress on a project, like sending an email or organizing a spreadsheet. And while I feel badly about reading so much less, I feel pretty good about these other projects. I’m not trolling Facebook instead of reading; I’m working on stuff.

Maybe some spark will ignite a love of long, uninterrupted periods of reading again in the future. It’s gone now.

I have a friend for whom the clock is ticking at her current job. Her position is transitioning to part-time in less than a month, and she is urgently looking for another full time gig someplace else. She’s 15 years into this gig.

I feel like the clock is ticking for all of us. I know teachers who find out in May whether they’ll have a job come September. I know architects moonlighting as Uber drivers because projects have dried up. It’s not about the particular circumstances of this or that job, but about a large shift taking place in the nature of work itself wherein a “job” is not going to provide the stability it once did. That includes church jobs.

In the church we talk about “tent-making” and “bi-vocational” pastors, those in our profession who aren’t drawing a full-time salary from a congregation but who have a non-church profession that allows them serve the church part-time. The problem with that arrangement is that, while the church job description may be “part-time,” the work rarely is. Ministry has a sneaky way of claiming all of you.

I don’t think bi-vocational is the next paradigm for the church to pursue. Instead, I’m wondering more and more if the pattern of freelance work can’t help both pastors and churches in this era. Even those of us in full-time installed calls will benefit from the ownership and urgency demanded of freelance work, the need to always be hustling and creating new work that meets real needs and adds real value.

I guess I’m wondering about the relative importance of the work of pastoral ministry compared to the role. Secure roles are disappearing from work life everywhere, and I don’t think the church will (or should) be immune from that change.