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In gratitude,
Micah
"The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light." - Romans 13:12
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God has a way of sneaking up on me. For the last decade or so, a constant theme of my life has been amazement and surprise. Ten years ago, I never could have guessed that not only would I become a Christian, but that I would go to seminary and dedicate myself to a path of ministry. When I first came to live in Washington, I did not imagine that Faith and I would end up settling down and buying a house here. When we started Capitol Hill Friends, we did not suspect that God would call us to a form of community life that is very different from that which we originally envisioned.
In every step along this journey, God surprises me with the way he gentles me, slows me down and humbles me. In a slow process of transformation, the Spirit is mellowing me out. She is balancing me, making me less erratic, less swept up in every high and low of my personal experience. The Spirit is softening me while at the same time deepening my constancy. I am being re-formed into someone who can be relied upon by a local community.
Just a few years ago, my self-image was almost entirely based in moving around – “traveling in the ministry” as it is fashionable to call it. I definitely did some ministry, and I might have even been helpful sometimes, but the traveling part was at least as much about my need to explore and personally develop as anything else. And, at a certain point, it becomes clear that travel can be a way of escaping certain uncomfortable facts: I cannot do everything. Commitment is required (even not committing is ultimately a commitment). People, places and things change – relentlessly. Sooner or later, I am going to die.
Though there are certainly dangers in the single-pastor model, I have also observed that when leadership is everyone's job, it often becomes no one's job. In my experience, a lack of explicitly recognized leadership can be a mask for hidden and informal structures that, when dysfunctional, cannot be questioned. It is extremely difficult to critique faulty leadership in a community that does not admit to having leaders! I have been part of communities where the refusal or inability to recognize and empower Spirit-led leadership has resulted in conflict, dysfunction and stagnation.
Over
the long-term, many of us cannot withstand the pressure. There are
many reasons people leave the DC area, but the unrelenting intensity
of our city has to be a factor. To live in Washington is to partake
in an atmosphere of driven ambition, power games and unrelenting
busyness. This is true regardless of your job is or your general
attitude towards life. The heartbeat of Empire resounds, and it is
nearly impossible to avoid being infused with some of its rhythm.
The spiritual depth and sincere seeking
we have experienced together has been life-giving. We are learning
how to pray together and read the Bible in ways that speak directly
to our lives as residents of one of the world's most powerful and
high-pressure cities. We are learning to laugh together, to let down
our guard and really see one another as brothers and sisters in
Christ. As one who is sometimes overly serious, this ability to laugh
and be silly together has been very powerful for me.
More than ever, I am feeling called to
stability and rootedness in place. In previous years, I traveled
extensively and got involved in events and communities around the
country, and even beyond. Though in recent years I have felt a
growing longing to settle down and focus in my home region, I have
continually felt called elsewhere - whether to activities in the Ohio
Yearly Meeting community, other ministerial travels or visits to
family and friends in Ohio and Kansas. Whether I liked it or not, for
many years I felt compelled to be away from home much of the time.