On Sunday, the Search Committee Chair at Main Street Church called to
tell me that they had called a candidate to extend an offer and been
accepted! This is a candidate I had a chance to meet in person last
month, and I am delighted for all of them, as this feels like a good
fit. (Also, she is a knitter, and that is always a fine recommendation.)
Over the past year I’ve told many people that I subscribe to a Mary
Poppins theory of Interim Ministry. If you remember the children’s book
or the Disney movie, you know that Mary Poppins arrived to a household
in a state of disruption, not unlike any church in transition. While she
stayed with the Banks family, Mary Poppins performed two tasks. First,
she performed her assigned tasks of care for the children to the highest
standard: her own. Second, she held up a mirror for the parents and the
children, helping them to understand themselves better and appreciate
each other more. It has been my hope to do these things for the people at Main Street Church, to keep
pastoral care and leadership going in an effective way while at the same
time helping them to see themselves clearly and, particularly, to
understand and value appropriately their many gifts.
It’s a strange feeling as things wind down for me at Main Street Church. I have been looking ahead at the same time I’ve been actively engaged here. As it turns out, my end date, which was already determined, works well with the availability of the new pastor, who will come and preach her candidating sermon while I am at the RevGalBlogPals Big Event.
I’m happy for them all, but I also I find I am a little wistful.
Easter will be our final Sunday together, as I pack up and
move on to my next Interim call, much like Mary Poppins judging that the
wind has changed, the family is in good hands, and it is time to pack
her carpet bag and open her umbrella and be on her way.