Accidental Pastoral Care

Sometimes I find it fascinating how my accidents turn out to be opportunities for connection.

This morning I attempted to text a Brazillian pastor who has been attending Central the past several weeks. As it turns out, I accidentally deleted his cell number before I saved it into my contacts. In an odd circumstance, another person in my contacts shares a name with that pastor. This other person is a family member of a Central Baptist congregant who passed away over the summer. So when I texted that name this morning my message was sent to this other person’s phone. That is, the incorrect one.

And yet, as it turns out, not the wrong person. You see, I had also been planning on contacting this other person for a few weeks. For various reasons I just kept forgetting to reach out and make the connection. Yet, suddenly there I was, appearing on this person’s phone saying, “How are you this morning?”

From that one text I managed to have a short conversation in which I checked up on the extended family and get an update on this specific person’s status 1. All because I sent a message to the “wrong” number 2.

It was the best “accidental pastoring” I’ve done in a while.

  1. Yes, I know “this person” is rather obtuse, but I don’t want to give out any personal information. 
  2. I also came clean about my mistake. Honesty, and all that. 

One Comment

  1. Peg Horton says:

    It is wonderful how our mistakes can be used to God’s glory and purpose

    Sent from my iPad

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