Losing Faith, Finding God V: Congregation
Six months.
Six months is all it took to transform me from a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed new pastor with boundless optimism for his new position, to a nervous wreck who became physically ill each Sunday morning.
I had come to this church that was desperate for a turnaround. There were seven people who regularly attended, and the youngest of the lot was in her late 50s. During the interview process, they had talked about the need to change their identity in order to be more welcoming to a new gene...
Six months is all it took to transform me from a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed new pastor with boundless optimism for his new position, to a nervous wreck who became physically ill each Sunday morning.
I had come to this church that was desperate for a turnaround. There were seven people who regularly attended, and the youngest of the lot was in her late 50s. During the interview process, they had talked about the need to change their identity in order to be more welcoming to a new gene...
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