Taking a Job I Wasn't Ready For
Walking in my woods I was starting to sing a favorite hymn...but my voice unexpectedly cracked and gave out. A few similar tries later, I was unnerved. "Oh, no," I wondered, "what if I can't sing again?" But almost immediately I became aware of a deeper, wiser voice within me: "Isn't the vocal cord a muscle? Well, muscles can be strengthened, right?!"
It was 2020 when I lost my voice.
This was a problem. Not just because I like singing out loud in the woods, but because I was starting a new call as an associate pastor after selling my house and moving to a different state. Even more so, because I'd discovered that I'd lost my voice in another way. I'd lost my confidence, too.
The causes were, in part, related to experiences I've had working as a pastor, some would call them traumatic experiences. As a result, I asked doubtfully, "Can I do this? Can I work at a big church in a new city?" I wish I could say that that deeper, wiser voice again said, "Isn't confidence a muscle? Can't you exercise it, too?!" If it did, I didn't hear it as clearly. But I did write things out in my journal, and talked with my sister. I took the call thinking, "I could always quit."
But I didn't quit, though there were times that I considered it. Seriously. And I felt overwhelmed. Frequently. Curiously enough being overwhelmed-though I hate to admit it-was just what I needed to get my voice and my confidence back. As a pastor it was part of my job description, if you will, to try new things, struggle, try again, get support, strategize and try again. Oh, and go to more meetings than I've ever gone to in the past!
Yet while this on-going associate-pastor work was happening, something deeper was happening, too. Besides being called to the usual work of a pastor, I was called to "support the staff, to listen and to bring healing." These specifics are the very heart of what I'm called to as a pastor, and as a human being. Regarding my work and regarding me, the senior pastor, Dave, has said to me a number of times, "Be your self." This powerful invitation, along with substantial challenges, has helped me to strengthen my voice in almost every way imaginable. So much so, that my physical voice has healed and I'm singing out loud in the woods again. And my confidence, once lost, has been found.
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This is great, Nancy!
ReplyDeleteYour opinion holds weight in my world. Thank you. Love you.
DeleteSince you went to work on your sermon after our chat, I had meant to follow up with how it went, but it slipped my mind. I think this post - and your after preaching glow - answer my question. :D Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIt had looked like the response was going to have my email, but it looks like it just says "Unknown" The above was from Kara! -Kara
DeleteHi Kara! Yes, it does say unfeelingly "Unknown" instead of Wonderful Warm Kara! Yes, the sermon did go well, but, oof, that Saturday was a bunch of rewriting!
DeleteThanks for your love and support that day, and here on my blog! Hugs!
Nancy, what a gorgeous photo! And I am so glad to read this! I didn't know you are working as an associate pastor. It's a delight to read about your sermon writing process--write, edit, delete, repeat. My best sermons were the result of that same process, and it often stretched over several days. The other piece that helped me most was being inspired by excellent preaching at the Chautauqua Institution in New York every summer for several weeks ( a place you would love), where I got many of my best ideas.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marcia! (I think this is Marcia? Your ID doesn't show up apparently if you don't have a gmail email...?)
DeleteIt is so good to hear from you! You have been such an important voice for me for so long.
And re. sermon writing, I have come to accept the process, but oof! When I'm talking out loud to Jesus, saying, "I still don't know what I'm trying to say" on Saturday, that's not always easy, but apparently necessary.
I remember you going to Chautauqua and coming home filled to the brim with vital energy and ideas...and conversations...and beauty...meaningful words. Much love, Nancy