Pastoring the Misfits

I pastor a strange church.

A few years ago I began to refer to it as The Land of Misfit Christians 1. It’s about as good a description as any. Central Baptist is filled with people who have odd senses of humor, a goofy relationship with formality, and an uneasy truce with social convention. We aren’t a “hip” church 2, we’re not even an overtly “weird” church 3. We’re just… strange.

Are we perfect? Not by a long-shot. We take a bit too long to greet visitors, and we have a terrible track record fully including newcomers into the fellowship. Sometimes we’re so comfortable with each other we forget that our fellowship is meant for mission. I wonder if we worked so hard to create a space for the misfits that we’re afraid to anything which might rock the boat and disrupt the peace 4.

I’ll never over-sell Central. We still have a bunch of work to do to help this church thrive, but I’ll always celebrate it’s beautful oddness. There are so many gifts which make this a truly special congregation, and I am priveleged to guide this leg of our journey.

  1. It’s the type of church that advertises a White Elephant re-gifting the week after Christmas Day, and then things a creepy baby is perfect present to inflict on someone else. 
  2. I’m not cool. Never have been, never will be – I don’t think I could successfully pastor a “cool” congregation. 
  3. People even look rather, “normal,” whatever that means. 
  4. Sometimes I fear the pastor gets in our way. 

5 thoughts on “Pastoring the Misfits

  1. And to think…I thought I was the only one. Blessings!

    1. As someone pointed out to me on Sunday, we’re really all misfits, it’s just that some people pretend better than others.

    2. That’s why we all need the Grace of God…without it, we have no hope! Blessings!

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