As a community-based missioner, I spend a lot of time engaged in what some might call just hanging out, or loitering with intent. I also approach my day to day activities with more expectation of meeting Jesus and having significant encounters where the kingdom opens up before us or God’s grace steps in. So, more and more I choose to do my shopping and errands at “in-between times,” mid-morning, mid-afternoon, late evening – when the place isn’t crowded and the people working or hanging around are less frazzled, perhaps more open.
“Are you a pastor?” she (the cashier) asked, eyeing my collar.
At my affirmative answer, she asked if I had a church. In fact, I’m part of several: the Episcopal church down Market Street, and one up Jefferson Rd, and on Yanceyville St, I answered, and I’m also pastor of a house church, right around this neighborhood. Somehow, the last bit is what seemed to make the most sense to her, so then:
“I don’t want to lose my job, but, is that okay?” she asked nodding at the mini wine bottles she’d swiped through along with my bread and yogurt and bananas. Seguir leyendo “Is that okay?” And other theological entreés →