Working out my salvation with fear and trembling – Philippians 2:12
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It’s been a little over 6 weeks that I’ve been a pastor. I’ll tell you right now that I’ve never felt more fulfilled in all of my life. I’ve had jobs in the past that I loved and was very good at. But I know now that those were never my calling.
Not many people know this, but I received my first calling about 25 years ago. Continue reading “Bullet Dodged”
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When I write, I understand that words matter. Sometimes I struggle to find the perfect word to convey what I am feeling or thinking.
I come from the corporate world where words also matter. But it’s a little different there. No matter what company you work for, there will be a special vocabulary. Buzzwords and phrases. Taking things offline, one-off, piggybacking on something, push-back, if I’m hearing you correctly. The list is almost endless. Often, using these buzzwords show that you’re a good fit for your team. You’re seen as part of the “in” crowd. But use them too much and you may find yourself the target of a buzzword bingo sheet.
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Here we go. Article 1 of Pastoral Care in Unexpected Places. Queer Eye. Are you excited? You should be. Go ahead. Get excited!
One of the reasons I wanted to do this is not only to call out and celebrate the moments in which pastoral care is practiced but to also show you that even if you aren’t a pastor, you can be pastoral to those around you.
Let’s review what my current and somewhat clunky definition of pastoral care.
Continue reading “Pastoral Care in Unexpected Places: Queer Eye”
The Clumsy Pilgrim 