Essay On Ministry Listening

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This week has been yet another rather interesting one. Given my track record, it appears “interesting” has become the norm for me. There were some compelling points addressed by Willimon in his assessment of the “The Pastor as Counselor.” I was moved by one particular statement in regards to the professional loneliness often felt by the pastor, or preacher in my case. It indicated it was a “painful irony…that the minister…finds himself on the periphery, often pleading in vain for admission.”(Page 161) This statement echoed in my mind, because I often find myself succumbing to the clinches of loneliness. Feeling as if my ministerial journey is a very lonely one; one in which few could understand. But then I am reminded of the bigger picture …show more content…

But as I mentioned earlier, this is just a short lived reflection and it soon passes. I know; however, that it’s still there, lying dormant waiting to resurface at any given moment. How does this relate to my ministry? Well, in many different facets. I am doing my practicum at one church, but I am still amenable to my home church. We had our last Quarterly Conference for the Conference year and it has been almost two months since I had the opportunity to actually see most of the members who were present. I found myself being overwhelmed and accosted with words of “It’s so good to see you.” “I have been missing you!” and other such statements of kind regard. After hearing these words over and over I finally began to respond with, “Well, I’m just a phone call away.” “You could have called.” Then it dawned on me once more, just how superficial these words can be. There is no substance. After making my comments, I guess a few began to feel bad, because I was then meet with words of, “I have tried to call.” Well to just make a side note, in this day and age with all the advancements of technology; it is essentially impossible to not notice a missed call…and I can assure you, there have been no …show more content…

It was unexpected, of course, and I felt ill equipped with dealing with a crisis situation. But I thank God for the overwhelming sense of calm. Before being able to properly assess the situation, I had my phone in hand dialing 911. As the operator spoke, I uttered we need medical assistance. As I spoke these words, I looked down and the pastor was seemingly experiencing an epileptic episode. The ushers and others were racing to the pulpit. I asked some of them to step back, because if I didn’t know anything else, I knew he needed air. As the people began to scatter I heard cries of “he’s having a heart attack!” “Oh, Lord, I think he’s dying!” As the chaos began to ensue amongst the members, I felt almost helpless. I couldn’t say much to the people, because I was now on the phone with the dispatcher who was asking me a barrage of questions, in which I didn’t know the answer to. I glanced up to notice the pastor was beginning to regain consciousness and I looked to the other preacher standing in the pulpit and asked her to sing a selection to usher in the overwhelming peace of the “Holy Spirit.” As she sang “There’s a sweet spirit in this place “some of the members began to surround the alter; some kneeling, others standing, praying for God to intercede in this situation. I mention this because this marks the 3rd medical incident to occur at this church. On the

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