I don’t know crap about writing a blog but I do know that sitting in my comfy, southern view, near-westside second floor church office I’m not going to be part of the movement to change the Church and the world if I don’t figure it out.
So, like all moderately-intelligent people, I surround myself with people who are smarter than I am. We’ve got a new administrative assistant—younger and much more competent than I—telling me what’s best regarding this computer stuff. Things are just better that way.
And, I’d like (sometimes) to think of myself the same way—though not about technology. As one of 17 (so I hear…) United Methodist clergy who are under 40 years old in the state of Wisconsin—I wish people would surround themselves with the “emergent” and emerging church (ME *grin*) to listen to what I and other young clergy have to say about the future of ministry (ha!).
To be fair—I’ve been blessed with a lot—a great church to serve and a wonderful city to live in, and a lot of opportunities to grow in my ministry. But I’m hungry. Hungry for so much more—people to know, folks to serve, wisdom to gain. So I often feel like I’m one of a dozen entry-level stewards on the ship yelling “Steer clear of the iceberg, steer clear of the iceberg!!” while everyone else in our mainline denomination is rearranging deck chairs on the ol’ Titanic.
So, I invite you to read this thing. Send me your thoughts; tell me when we can have coffee sometime. But more than anything, tell me how you’ve been touched by a first-century prophet who lived long ago, but still lives in you today. And if you don’t know him, I’ve got somebody for you to meet.
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