This
past Monday the parish I serve had it's monthly Parish Council meeting.
Obviously, there was much rejoicing, because there's nothing more fun that can
happen on a Monday night!
All
kidding aside: our Parish Council is a great group of people, and I thank God for them. They are committed to
being the church, and celebrating their ministry as we muddle through the
realities of the business of the church. Summary: we put God first.
This
past Monday coincided with another occasion: a playoff hockey game, where my
team was participating.
So
the mental and moral debate happened: call in sick? Reschedule the meeting? Bring
a computer in to stream the game?
The
answer: none of the above. We held the meeting at the original date and time,
with me in attendance, without dividing my focus. Not even score-checking on my phone: I was dedicated to being fully present at the meeting.
I
will admit: I was attired to provide a subtle cue that the puck dropped 30
minutes after our meeting started: just to non-verbally remind folks of the
benefits of brevity. (And hey, a Winnipeg Jets jersey goes really well over
clericals. Just saying.) We all had a giggle about it.
The
meeting was a good one. We had much to discuss, much to consider, much to
remind ourselves about: from committee updates to worship schedules to finances
to planning our annual feast day celebrations. We laughed, we shared, we
brainstormed, we prayed.
We
*did* have a slightly shorter meeting than normal, but we didn't skip over
anything in the meeting. Because we, as a parish council, put church first. And
that happens because we, as individuals and as a community, put God first.
There
will always be something else that is happening: a game, a show, a guest, a
[whatever event]. There will always be someone who is making a choice. But when
we keep our focus on who and whose we are, we make the right choice.
So
we put God first. We made the meeting our priority that night. We live our faith in all we do. We exercise our ministry. We
find ways to love the world the way that God first loved us.
Sometimes that
means missing the first period, or the ninth inning, or the cliff-hanger, or
the [whatever event]. But when it means keeping our focus on the God who never
lets us out of their sight - it's a decision well made.
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