truth wears pants.

"She looked like a mortal combat character."

-Trox

It's been a while since I vented about the state of my church, and so I feel I must, with oozing cynicism, write a blog about the last hour and a half of my life. I just got home from a church council meeting that mysteriously forgot to talk about church. There was no mention of the declining numbers on Sunday morning, the lack of enthusiasm at this time, or the fact that in ten years the entire church council will be either dead or too old to sit up unassisted in a meeting. To top this off I have been taking a course on Church ministry and realized that by all clinical definitions we are a dying church. We are not in the beginning stages of death mind you, but rather holding on to the last hopeful strings of life, and even that just barely. Again, here we are in a council meeting, with a church about to die not discussing the state of the church. One of my books outlines an issue with changing pastors too often. When pastors change every few years, a deacon or elder basically becomes he head of the church and the church begins to move to the whims of this elder. No longer is there a purpose or a spirit led reason to the church's ministry, but it is guided rather by the desires of the deacon. That is what has been going in my church for many years and it is destroying itself. The only church related issues brought up had to do with a church Christmas party, a Christmas eve service and a New Years Eve service. The only thing said of these things were that we had done them in the past. There was no thought as to their necessity, or how to get more people to come and hear the Gospel. I could loose myself in the sadness and anger that I have been feeling towards the meeting so I will stop here and simply say that unless something big happens, the church will not make and I refuse to spin my wheels at a place that cannot accomplish the ministry that it is intended to do.

On a happier note, I got to play golf all last weekend on Long Island at brilliant private country clubs. It was good time. I'll post later and show pictures of the event, but it was a good time and thinking about has brought me back from that deep feeling of bitterness and anger that has overwhelmed my very being. A little melodramatic but, hey, it is about as bad a situation in my line of work as it can get.