Yesterday, Lise (my supervisor) made me sit up with her on the raised platform for the entirety of the service. It felt odd. I've been set apart in my home congregation, but after working at Soul Cafe, I like to sit amongst people and get up to participate when its my turn. Both/ and not either/or.
The same odd uncomfortableness settled on me during the reception that was held for me. There was a presentation of a gift, a beautiful stole that I still need to wait a few years before I am given the authority by my church to wear. And a vase of yellow roses with a beautiful story behind them. The uncomfortableness did not come from being up front to receive the gifts, but being forced to open them in front of people. Since coming back from Russia, I find myself adapting more and more to the custom of opening gifts in secret. I also like to give gifts in secret, outside of doors or sitting out for people. It's a sign of respect to not open a gift in front of the giver, but rather rejoice in the gift of the givers very presence.
I'm not sure how all of this oddness will play out in my coming appointment, but I know that it will. And that we will adapt and grow together.
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