Journal entry

In reading Copenhaver’s “Made Better Than I Am”, I admittedly sighed a sigh of relief that I have not had the opportunity to experience dealing with a parishioner with whom I was not very fond of. I have; of course, been confronted with people who don’t like me, but it being reversed, again, I am fortunate. Please know, I in no way assume I will never find myself in this situation; I am just grateful to have not experienced it. The reason this was such a compelling read for me is because I know in dealing with people, there are some who test our limits and boundaries. As Copenhaver alluded to every other profession has the ability to essentially refuse assistance and refer the person to someone else. But as minister or pastor you are expected to pray and comfort all. This truly does make us better. We are able to look beyond the short comings of the individual and look within ourselves. In working at the church you begin to see the good as well as the bad. Within the confines of this small congregation of persons, there is such tension and discontent. I know that all churches have conflict and as I learned previously some conflict is good, but there are some that reach the boiling point of enough is enough. I attended one of the Church meetings and while in attendance I heard words of bitterness and contrite being spewed to one another. Members were angry with others because of the current financial situation the church is in. The church is struggling; and many want to cast blame at members who are not tithing. The first question that ran through my mind as I heard this was of course; “how do you know?” In our denomination money matters are primarily handled by the steward board, which she was not. She was basing th...

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...s the body of Christ.

In Copenhaver’s “What Shall I Call You?” I once again could relate completely. I’m still getting used to Reverend and when I introduce myself I always refer to myself as simply Syteria. The only addition I might add is Townsend, but Reverend; since my ordination I have not referred to myself as Rev. Townsend yet. In reading I was convicted because I believe I was running from my role and status. Just being Syteria doesn't place me in a separatist category and I’m somewhat inclusive of others. The moment you add Rev. you immediately are set apart and I cannot be ashamed of this, but I must embrace it proudly. It is a distinct honor to know that God looked upon me, an unworthy fleshly vessel, and called me to feed His sheep. To serve His people. I too feel “this is a title that means a great deal to me” (82) and I will wear it proudly!