How the hell did I become the pastor?
As strange as it seems, I just finished a three-year stint as ‘interim pastor’ for an Episcopal Church. As a layperson, that shouldn’t have been allowed, and nobody was more surprised than me when the Bishop approved the experiment. The church, being in between priests, had been somewhat lay-led for years anyway since they had a series of very poor priests who provided little in the way of spiritual direction or strategy for a small, aging church to survive let alone thrive. I had been a member and occasional worship leader there until one of those priests drove me away several years ago with his 16th century theology. When he finally left, the church asked me if I would take his place. I remember saying to the church leaders, 'I couldn’t be less qualified for this job. But that never stopped me before.' Without going into great detail, after three years we increased membership dramatically, stabilized Sunday service attendance and when I left the churc...