Life has not been kind lately, and most days I honestly feel like every aspect of my life is an accelerated program for professional development for pastoral care. It’s like job training via sadists, it’s &%$#ing ridiculous at this point.
Seriously. &%$#ing. Ridiculous.
And every day it’s some new thing — something on Facebook, an e-mail, something happening outside my door. I can’t discuss any of it here, but it’s quite a list of people coming to me for random horrible things that also happen to be on my life experience résumé.
Really, God?!?!?! Really?!?!?!?!
News flash: the whole “pastoral care” thing? I’m not getting paid for this. And I’m not putting myself out there as the random emotional dumping ground for the universe — it just happens that (when my best friends aren’t dropping dead) very many close long-time friends are coming to me for counsel…all at once.
I don’t get a break from this, ever, except when I am at church, in church, actively worshipping or praying.
I love that the Roman Catholic church is OPEN 7 DAYS for prayer and worship, because guess what? I can’t “schedule” or “save up” my need to find a sacred space for prayer and worship for a specific hour a week on Sundays. Thank God a million times over for morning mass.
Add sweltering muggy heat on top of it all.
Sunday night I was struck by my life and that I can’t believe I ever considered anything but ministry.
I am overwhelmed. Tomorrow I am taking a sanity day.