I posted this on my Facebook page today, so I thought I would cross post it here.
Warning long post ahead.
You know I don’t talk a ton about my job on here for various reasons that aren’t your business 😉, but this kind of stuff is happening far too often in our profession any more. This guy has made the headlines, but there are a lot more who don’t have a platform like he did who also take their lives. And many more who don’t commit suicide but leave ministry every day.
Pastor, author and mental health advocate Jarrid Wilson dies by suicide
I struggled with whether or not to post this, because I don’t want to upset anyone in my church by making them think they are not awesome. You are awesome. But no church is immune from the realities of that separation between Pastors and the congregation. It just happens. If you are one of my awesome PCC family members don’t take this personally. It’s just the reality of church life in this day and age.
This job is lonely. You are surrounded by people all the time, but yet alone. You live your life in a glass house. Your kids are held to a different standard than other kids and they didn’t ask for that. People talk about what you wear, you get letters, comments, criticisms, every word is scrutinized. I get it, it’s the gig.
It’s hard to maintain friendships. You can’t always be yourself, you get hurt often but can really say anything. People float in and out all the time and it’s hard not take it personal. You find yourself fighting the constant battle to base your self worth on how many people fill (or don’t fill) the seats on a Sunday. You find yourself struggling not to take it personally when people choose other things. You put hours and hours of work into people, groups, services, events, and try to make it valuable and when people don’t show up, or help, it just crushes you. You know it shouldn’t, but it does.
You work wonky hours, you live with this weird tension of having to hold people accountable who, let’s be honest, also pay your salary and aren’t getting paid a salary to volunteer. So can you ever truly be 100% honest with someone? If they get mad and leave you know it just doesn’t affect you, it affects the entire church. It adversely can affect the other staff, other ministries, etc.
And the people you take years developing relationships with that just up and leave? It’s like getting hit with a truck. For most of the other people in church it’s just a few empty seats. For us it’s like taking a piece of our hearts. The ones that leave over petty stuff, like chairs or music? Those don’t bother you so much. The ones that leave because of me? Those hurt.
It’s funny too because people just assume you agree with everything they do politically and spiritually even though most of the time you don’t. You have to walk this fine line to protect yourself and your family and them. You just nod through conversations that if you truly said what you thought you know it cause that person to no longer like you. We don’t have the luxury of compartmentalizing our lives like so many in our churches do. If I tell you how I really feel about something, or how your actions affected my family, I run the risk of losing that relationship forever. And most of the time it’s just not worth it.
And oh man, do I hate it when people out in the world find out I’m a Pastor. I always get one of three reactions; the first one, and one I get most often anymore, is contempt. People don’t respect the position anymore. And I get it. Between the Benny Hinns and the the guys who can’t keep their hands off of women and abuse their power, to the ones that can’t keep their hands off your wallet, to the ones who are so holier-than-thou and judgy we’ve done ourselves no favors. We’ve made Jesus a commodity and a product. So I get it, I really do. And honestly I don’t blame you. Sometimes I feel the same way. When Conor was in marching band and I was a volunteer there were three times over those years when another parent asked me what I did and when I said Pastor, literally said “Oh.” And never spoke to me again. So while that hurts, to be honest I get it. I’m not a big fan of most Pastors I meet either. 🤣
The second reaction people have is to immediately make you their Pastor and tell you all their problems. All of the problems. They aren’t going to come to your church or actually listen to your advice at all, but they feel better talking to me. We can handle that to a point. But at some point, like anyone else, if you really want do this I need you come be a part of our family. And I’m not a trained counselor. I’m just a dude who is pretty good at exegesis and teaching life application. The problem is they want to do it when you just want to watch a game or see your kid in something. It makes sense, it’s the only time you see me because like I said before, you ain’t coming to be in my church family. And why would you when I’m right there? And I listen. I do. And all of it breaks my heart.
The third reaction is really rare. They don’t care. They treat you the same. They don’t apologize for cussing around you (which always makes me laugh), they still treat you like anybody else. These are my people. Lol.
And then once again there are the wonderful people in your church. Because spirituality is such an intensely personal thing mistakes can be detrimental. One bad personal interaction can inadvertently push someone out the door. Many of them you only see on Sunday and Sundays, especially for me, are insanely busy. It’s hard to be able to stop and interact. One distraction that causes you to miss a handshake or a greeting can change that person’s view of you, or the church. You’ve got to have a soft heart and thick skin and finding that balance is hard. Really hard.
I love love my job, I really do. I was made for this, but it’s not easy. There are days I just want to be “normal.” And I’m lucky. Our church is not perfect, it’s made some mistakes. But by and large, compared to some of the things I hear in the trenches, I’m blessed to be in Piqua.
My point in all this is to say, if you are a part of a church make sure the staff knows you care about them. Take them to lunch sometime. Heck just ask them how they are doing and make them tell you the truth. And don’t judge them for being human. They pour everything they have into you and your church, give it back. There’s not a man or woman out there doing this who doesn’t feel the pressure or the isolation. And they spend an awful lot of time and energy making sure you are ok. Nothing, and I mean nothing, says thank you to us like your presence. Showing up and honoring the work, caring about us as actual people, not viewing us hired hands who can do something for you? That means the world.
And to you other guys and gals on here in ministry why aren’t we meeting and checking on each other regularly? How can there be 4,000 (preacher count) churches in this county and we can’t find time once a month to encourage each other?
I hesitate to say any of this, I do, but I’m tired of reading stories like Jarrid’s. I’m tired of reading stories from my fellow Pastors who are hired “to turn the church around” and then fired for having the audacity to try and “turn the church around.” Church is not a social club or something to go do. It’s not an item on a checklist. It’s not a place to go judge the world’s behaviors with discontent. Heck It’s not even for you. It’s for you to come together with a group of people who agree on this Jesus thing and be the hope of the world. We can’t do that if the men and women who have given their lives over to lead the family of God keep getting hurt by the very people who asked them lead because they are too afraid to be human. And Pastor’s we can’t keep this stuff bottled up.
If anybody out there in ministry needs to somebody to talk to I’m around. If it’s not me talk to somebody. Because I don’t want to read one more Pastor’s spouse post on Instagram how much they will miss their significant other.
I got your back.
Peace.