MomminginMinistry

I thought maybe I'd never get it. It would be me, Dr.Fauci and the cockroaches until the end. Then a few weeks ago Dr. Fauci tested positive, and I knew it was a matter of time. ALL of us were doomed. I am not one to throw shade on Dr. Fauci. Unless you've been in the arena, battling everything from AIDS and asthma to Ebola under 7 different administrations since the 1980's. No arm chair infectious disease experts allowed. But, expert or not, apparently I outlasted him. By a few weeks. Once he got hit, I felt like the middle school dodgeball amateur who had gone under the radar, hiding behind team mates until I finally found myself exposed. And of course slammed. As someone who is now part of this collective, historical experience, I feel a need to record my personal experience. At the time of writing this it is July 2022, the third summer of the pandemic, and the most common variant going around is BA.5 Omicron Subvarient of COVID-19. It seems to be much less dangerou...

  DISCLAIMER: This was mostly written BEFORE our week kind of fell apart due to illnesses. I’m sure there will be a blog post unpacking all of that later. I'm really not ready. But that doesn’t change the “long game” message in my heart that I still want to share. Both a Best and Worst moment in Children's Ministry. Depends on who you ask. You probably know if you’re reading this that my occupation, my calling, my vocation, my job title is “Children’s Pastor.” The job description for this is hard to put into words. Sometimes, it includes “shoveling stuff.” Carting items from one part of campus to the next, finding a home for donations, or wondering whether the capless markers are multiplying. Other days it’s filing volunteer applications, and checking references. This week it looks like spending the week in a sweet and cozy cabin with my family and a bunch of my friends, caring for and teaching the infants through preschoolers of the Arizona Nazarene District throughout camp ...