Everything I Really Needed to Know About Ministry, I Learned as a Sorority Rush Chair

In a small group at church last weekend, we were asked to complete the following sentence: “When I was 10, I wanted to be __________.”

While some folks had actual answers (the hands-down winner was “Seaworld dolphin trainer!”) it was apparent that none of us had become that which we thought we’d be. At least, not exactly.

Even if our life’s calling is not a clearly defined career path, we each have a set of inborn gifts and graces. Hopefully, we also bear an impulse to use those gifts in the world. If we are further compelled to seek God in the midst of those impulses, then what we have is vocation. Whether it comes with a paycheck or not, vocation gives meaning and shape to our days.

Wherever we are, whatever we are doing, however stubborn or senseless we may be to present realities, God is shaping us for a future purpose. It’s not that our life is planned for us, and that we have no say about anything… It is more that, in every time and place, God can teach us something useful. Whatever we may ‘grow up’ to be, we find that some seemingly insignificant moment, job, or relationship created a kind of sacred space in us. Within that space, we catch a glimpse of who we were created to be. It might be fleeting, but it’s there.

Once you’ve seen it, you know that in the minimum wage childcare job, God was teaching you the patience you’d need to be a parent. You know that, when you were serving your hours on the roadside crew, God was giving you the determination to become a teacher and shape young lives for good. You know that in the retail job, the food service job, the hotel front desk job, God was shaping a servant’s heart within you. Once you have glimpsed the sacred space of becoming, you know that something Holy moves you through seasons of unemployment, frustration, and even boredom. You know that through four changes of degree program, you were learning…something. And you know that every minute of your life’s rhythm is shaping you for something you will need to know, some day. Whether or not it comes with a paycheck.

When someone asks me how or when I felt called to ministry, I don’t really have a great story. In fact, I rarely tell the same story twice. Because i didn’t have a burning bush moment, a dramatic conversion, a miraculous recovery, or even a church camp Come to Jesus at Campfire thing. I sort of wandered my way into this life, and watched as every little fragment of my self and story clicked into place around it. It was all at once no big deal, and the coolest thing you’ve ever seen.

Which is why I kind of look around at my life every now and then and say, you know, I really caught a glimpse of this calling as a dance teacher. Whether I knew it or not. Or when I was waiting tables. Or when I found my first real soul friend in 7th grade. Or sitting on the porch with my Mamaw. Or reading the first few books that really blew the top off the world.

Add 100 little fragments like these together, and that is my call story. My witness to God working behind the scenes, in the cracks and crevices, in every waking, breathing moment, to shape some future time and place for me. But if you really want to put it in a nutshell…everything I really needed to know about ministry, I learned as a sorority rush chair.

Like:

1. If it fits on a t-shirt, it’s probably not that important. But

2. matching tshirts are still important, in a philosophical sort of way.

3. Fake it til you make it. The appearance of a growing organization will actually evolve into a growing organization.

4. Sleep deprivation is a bonding experience. (Rush week=mission trip, church camp, leadership retreat, Holy week, etc)

5.  A beautiful, welcoming space is not an extravagance; it is hospitality.

6.  Singing loudly is more important than singing well.

7. Manners, manners, manners.

8. Put the pretty people in front.

9. We’re all pretty people.

10. As long as there’s food, people are happy.

11. The more important a ritual is supposed to be, the more likely you are to laugh at inappropriate times.

11.5. Laughter=also a sacred ritual.

12. Voting people out will always come back to haunt you.

Once you’ve glimpsed the becoming space of the Spirit, there are no big moments, small moments, or waiting spaces. There is no downtime, and there is no endgame. It is all the perfect, winding way of grace, and it will always take us somewhere good. Eventually.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rev. Erin Wathen is the Senior Pastor of Saint Andrew Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Olathe, KS (www.sacchome.org). She's a Kentucky native, a long-time desert dweller, and she writes about the sacred thread that runs through pretty much everything. For more info, click the 'about' tab above...

  • Carl Keith Greene

    I was 5-years-old when I got my first camera and film.
    That came first and second was Superman on TV working at the newspaper when I was in third grade.
    I’ve done other things, but I always become a journalist/photographer.
    Haven’t had a wedding to shoot about seven years, but I have one coming on March 23 and I’m happy to get three or four $100 bills. But I don’t have to write the wedding.
    Keep it up Erin.

  • Aimee

    I all can think to say is “Amen.” Please don’t take that as cheek.

  • JimII

    As a former board crew member (“pot boy”) at the NU chapter of Kappa Alpha Theta, I found your blog topic irresistably intriguing. And, Dad’s standard of never letting accuracy get in the way of a good sermon illustration notwithstanding, I feel compelled to point out that there are a number of entries on your list that would have disqualified you from Rush Chair at Theta. ;)

  • Susan Gabbard

    Because my corny jokes and one-liners during rush parties tended to gain new members for the other sororities, I decided to be a rush counselor instead. It was wonderful to shepherd the young women from party to party, answering questions, calming their fears, and being a listening ear. Guess it was part of my pastor’s training years before I even thought about pastoring! However, I’m still stuck with the corny jokes and one-liners.

  • Bob Fugate

    I would of had trouble answering with SEA World for it was not around when I was 10. Having said that I always love your blogs they are really thought provoking. I get from this blog, that often what we are taught in school does not correspond with what we will encounter in the real world. What is not in the books or taught is the interface with others and the ability to work with others to achieve our goals in the best manner possible. We could sum that up by saying experience is probable the best teacher, but that is not always true. I do not however want to knock schools or education for they hone our abilities to learn quicker and perform better at the occupation we choose in life. Education provides one with the tools to better themselves in life. AS an example I have over six years of training on a variety of electronic systems used by the Navy during my 25 years in the Navy. None of those schools prepared me for most of the problems I experienced when I was faced with operating, repairing equipment in the field and also leading and organizing those that worked for me. As a senior petty officer I was responsible for the counseling and solving of all of the personal problems for those working for you and I was never trained for that, I learned it on the fly. There are no military schools that taught me to do grief counseling. It just jumped right out there and said here I am and I certainly used the experience and knowledge of those around me. Only when I learned to accept and seek the knowledge of those that had gone to school and were performing their tasks well did I become confident and effective in doing my job. I feel that most of us will find that most occupations in all walks of life will be similar to my experience. It was a slow process, but I soon learned that if I took care of all of the personal needs of those who worked for me, that the tasks I needed to be done were done in an outstanding manner. I learned that when I got praise from my seniors for a job well done I would always give the credit praise to the to those who worked for worked for me.

    I have just drifted off track, please forgive, I am just a old grumpy man ,who as many of us, likes to tell a few tales of our lives now and then. Enjoyed your blog keep up the fine work.


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