I really, really, like my job.
But, I must admit that I miss my old gig.
Often.
I missed it as I delivered my suffering spiel to my Studies of Religion class last week.
I already know that I’m going to miss it as I conduct the training for the incoming Peer Support leaders for 2025.
Increasingly, as my current job intersects with the tasks and talents of youth ministry, it reminds of of what I left behind.
The privilege of speaking in public.
Intentionally pastorally caring for a group of people.
Sharing stories from my life.
Helping others to recognise how their past can be used productively in the present.h
Teaching others how to invest in and lead a small group.
Honestly, I do miss youth ministry.
Of course, it wasn’t all wonderful.
The grind of ministry was worse than teaching… there’s always another Sunday seven short days away.
Dealing closely with other people - imperfect people - could be a challenge.
But, being a part of a community which you help shape and guide is a blessing.
A blessing which anyone in ministry should be prepared to admit that they miss.
For, no matter how God may be using someone now or how their ministry years may have shaped them for their current life-stage, looking back fondly upon your time in ministry is nothing to be ashamed of.
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