I love roller coasters. I love going fast, flying down a track, twisting, turning and going upside down. I love feeling my stomach drop as g-forces pull my body in all sorts of unnatural directions.
As much as I love feeling my stomach drop on a roller coaster, I hate it just as much when I’m checking my email.
I hate feeling my stomach fall into a bottomless pit while checking my email. Most of the time my inbox is full of junk mail, Amazon ads and emails about scheduling meetings. Every so often, though, there’s an email that gives me pause simply because of its subject line.
These aren’t angry emails from people who want the worst for me. Very often they’re from people who want what’s best for me and are simply seeking some clarity. I know that in my mind but my stomach is a little behind.
My stomach feels like those emails are questioning my value as a person.
My stomach feels like those emails are setting up expectations that I could never possibly meet.
My stomach feels like those emails are labeling me as a bad pastor. Continue reading