December 26, 2010 by

The Gig is Up

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Categories: Meanderings (look it up)

Hi, all…hope you all had a very Merry Christmas.

So Christmas Eve was my last official day at the church I’ve been helping out with worship for the past year and a half or so. Well, actually, technically speaking, I guess today is my last day…but I have one vacation day left, and I’m taking it today. Which is why I’m blogging right now instead of unloading gear. 🙂

So I guess what else this means is that it’s more likely that I’ll be around this blog a bit more, at least once a week or so–because Sunday mornings have pretty much been my favorite time to blog. It might sound silly, but I felt like giving up my Sunday morning blog time was the biggest sacrifice I had to make in my decision to help this church group. Before we moved here to Denver, we did house church in our living room, which took little or no preparation, so I still had time to blog in the mornings. Not so with this assignment–Sunday mornings were pretty much spoken for. Took me a few weeks to get over being grumpy about that. 🙂

Those who’ve been following along for awhile know that I used to blog pretty much every day–so what is it about giving up my Sunday mornings that gave me such a fit? I don’t know–I guess that for awhile, this blog space became my devotion time, my place to reflect and think and process stuff. And although blogging was almost daily, there was something extra-quiet about Sunday mornings, since most people aren’t up and running like they are during the week. And now that my life has become so much more hectic, and I do so much writing outside this blog space–I feel like Sundays are all the more special now, because at the very least I know I’ll have this time and space to unplug and think and reflect, if I need it.

As for the leaving in itself, I have to say it was hands-down the best, most peaceful parting of ways I’ve ever experienced. Although my pastor friends maybe still don’t fully understand (or agree with) my feelings about institutional Christianity, they do see our passion for a different kind of mission, and they constantly marvel at the inroads we’ve made thus far–and I think they respect that, which means a lot. That relationship will be ongoing, and the church will continue to be an ally. And that also means a lot.

So since probably most of you, like me, are just doing the after-Christmas chill-out thing, I’ll save the profundities for when I actually have something profound to say, or when you are more likely to be here reading said profundities. Meanwhile, I’m still here, and hopefully will be a little bit more.

At least on Sunday mornings. 🙂

Musician. Composer. Recovering perfectionist. Minister-in-transition. Lover of puns. Hijacker of rock song references. Questioner of the status quo. I'm not really a rebel. Just a sincere Christ-follower with a thirst for significance that gets me into trouble. My quest has taken me over the fence of institutional Christianity. Here are some of my random thoughts along the way. Read along, join in the conversation. Just be nice.

3 Responses to The Gig is Up

  1. Kansas Bob

    Always good to know when it is over Jeff. I admire that. I hang on long after it is over. Loyalty for me has not always been a healthy thing.

    Glad to hear you had a good Christmas. Hope your New Year is full of the Holy Spirit.

    Blessings, Bob

  2. Heartspeak

    Glad you're coming back. I found you too late but am on the same mission. Slightly bummed that I'm not the first but grateful to know that someone is 'breaking trail' a bit ahead of me…

  3. Jeff McQ

    KB,
    "I hang on long after it is over." Believe it or not, in most cases this has described me to a T. 🙂 Guess I had grace for this one. Happy New Year, bro.

    Heartspeak,
    If it makes you feel any better, I'm not the first, either. Sharing in your, um, bum-ness. 🙂

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