Job hunting, in the ministry world, is the weirdest. Because we are in the middle of it, my blogs will sometimes, necessarily, refer to such weirdness.
We are going back for a second interview at a church we really liked in a couple of weeks – almost 2 months to the day from our first interview. It’s been a long wait and we had pretty much made peace with the fact that it was not where we would be….then the phone call this week letting us know they want us to come back. They’ve narrowed it down to 2.
We are now left with some strange feelings. We still want the job very much. But only if it’s where God wants us. Only if it’s what is right for that church. We need the job very much. But only if it’s God’s plan for providing for us physically, spiritually, emotionally, & financially. If it is His plan for providing for THEM in all those ways as well.
And what of the other family that is probably sitting out there waiting as well? Are their house payments hanging in the balance? Are their lives on hold as they wait? Who knows what is going on with them. Do they have other options out there? Did they feel “at home” when they came for their first interview? Is this part of the country “peace” for their family? I hate that I know one of our two families will be hearing “no” in a few short weeks. I don’t want it to be us, but I hate that it has to be anyone. I’m praying for peace & provision for all of us.
It also brings about amusing questions from friends too. Our church family here is praying, but they admit to not liking it much because it means we would be gone. “Would you have to move?” they ask. I understand that it is only about 30 minutes from here, but, let’s think about this for just a few minutes. “No, they’d love for their minister to not be part of the community.” Duh. And then, this morning, friends who do not have kids (oh so apparent) “Have you let your kids in on what it would mean if you got this job?” WHAT? They are 16 and 13 and I think they caught on that it would mean changes when, say, we made them dress up and get up at dawn a couple of months ago to drive to a different church where we were all on display all day. Where sweet little old ladies we had never met gave us bookmarks they had made for us? SMOG preached, our family got to be first in line for the most amazing potluck you’ve ever seen, then the kids were scooted off to sit in the car for about 2 hours while they grilled SMOG & I, and so on for the rest of the day. How could we not discuss this with them? Cracked me up!
The whole thing is something I would love to someday write about to amuse you all. Someday when it is a little more amusing to me and not quite so close and so real and so dang serious. For now, I might need to vent over the next couple of weeks. Hopefully some of it will be funny. Hopefully I’ll be able to see the humor. Hopefully I’ll be able to go forward with the real knowledge that God is in control and relax and enjoy the humorous parts!
