Bishop McCleskey
will vouch for me. I was clearly
surprised to be appointed as a District Superintendent. When Bishop McCleskey summoned me to his
office in February, 2008 to give me the news, in the course of our
conversation, he said three times, “You look surprised.” Surprised hardly covered it.
I was not
surprised to have a chance to talk with the Bishop. Due to some painful communication dynamics
the year before, my District Superintendent, George Thompson had asked Bishop
McCleskey to talk to me directly about my appointment. Getting the call to come to see the bishop,
to tell no one (emphasis on NO ONE) about time with the bishop was not a
surprise. I knew the bishop didn’t have
time to talk to every pastor who had an appointment concern. I was given careful instructions to drive
around the side of the building, come into
a side entrance that, until then, I did not know existed. The emphasis was repeated: do not talk to anyone about this. As I said before, I knew the chance for
conversation with the bishop was out-of-the-ordinary.
When I walked
into the Bishop’s office and saw that my superintendent was not present (as he
would have been for a conversation about my appointment) I had about 15 seconds
to figure out that I was not there for what I had expected. And the bishop was right. I was surprised.
I love the local
church with all my heart. I love being a
pastor. I truly never aspired to
connectional ministry beyond the local church.
My father—who served as a DS—always said it was a lot more fun to make
appointments when you are not on the cabinet. I have found that to be true. J
In addition, I
have lived in remarkable – but very difficult—times as the church often
reluctantly and slowly embraced the leadership of women. Things have both changed and not
changed. Prejudices have been overcome
and prejudice still exists. And in that
rough-and-tumble struggle to be the open, inclusive church which reflects the
love of Christ, there have been a lot of disappointments along the decades for
women. Cabinets have been the source of
hope and disappointment through the years.
Holding on to hope through the disappointments has been a
challenge. I would not have described the
cabinet (as a group or a process) as a beacon of light and hope.
I do not remember that I was ever one who said
out loud that the cabinet must have gotten drunk and thrown darts at a board to
come up with the appointments as they filtered out. (And, when we are honest, every preacher has
had the thought: how in the world did
they ever come up with THAT?) Certainly
I never envisioned myself as part of the company of those who made the
appointments. The shift was
head-spinning. It was exciting and
terrifying. Could I make a difference
for clergy and churches who depend on the knowledge and perspective of the
cabinet?
I also had
apprehensions about being able to speak freely.
I knew myself well enough to know that, especially in a place of making
decisions about the lives of others, I
needed the freedom to have my say. I do
not need people to agree with me (good thing) and I do not need the final
decision to be my way (another good thing).
But I knew that at the core of my ability to serve would be an
atmosphere to speak my heart and convictions freely. Did that happen on the cabinet? People from the outside can’t know and people
sitting around cabinet tables through the years have had different experiences.
I leave the
cabinet with deep gratitude in regard to the two things that mattered the most
to me. One is the first-hand certainty
that the bishop and cabinet are committed to a mission-focused, inclusive
church where the gifts of clergy are valued, supported and affirmed. The commitment to support of clergy across
gender and racial lines is a foundation of all discussions and decisions.
The bishop and cabinet would be the first to
know I am not criticizing them when I say that appointment-making is not a
perfect process, especially with a system swamped with location, family and economic
preferences/needs. There are disappointments
and people get hurt (not because, as some speculated, the cabinet got drunk and
threw darts at an appointment board).
But I leave the cabinet certain that we are served by leaders committed
to an openness that was only a dream when I came into the ministry.
And as I reflect
back across the cabinet conversations, I had the great lifeline of having my
say. I did not always get my way J but none of us always got our way. Because of the spirit of collegiality, a
commitment to openness and a LOT of patience, I had the freedom to speak my
convictions and observations. No
Christian (in any capacity) has the right to say whatever they want to say. (Which is a fundamental truth that too many church
members have not grasped.
Christ-committed people have a higher standard: speaking the truth in love.). So I didn’t say in the cabinet whatever
popped into my mind. But I consistently
felt the respect and freedom to speak my prayerful, thoughtful convictions freely. Our cabinet had a rich diversity of
perspective, experience and background.
I believe that because of the respectful expression of different perspectives,
we made better decisions than we would otherwise have made.
These are the
take-away experiences I cherish. Living
out these realities on the cabinet only deepens my hope for these central
dynamics to become intregal to the life of church at every level: an openness to the leadership God has called
(even/especially those other than what we are used to) and the free and respectful
sharing of different perspectives as decisions are made.
I was surprised.
And, as I leave, I am grateful – oh, so grateful—and immeasurably
enriched for the experience.