Pastors Have Drama Too
“Hey Pastor Doug I was wondering if I could interview you for a english project?” I texted, “Yes.” he said bluntly. “Okay. First question: What was it like growing up in San Luis Obispo?” “swoosh”; my phone made a sound when the text got sent. I saw the three dots showing that he was typing and thought to myself I wonder what it would be like for me if I grew up in San Luis with him… my phone interrupted my thoughts with a dinging notification and the text read “San Luis Obispo was much more country. There were no other houses around mine. My brother and I got to pretty much run the mount. It was perfect.” He ended the text and then added another text saying “My grandparents had a small farm outside of Morro Bay. We would go off and go up there. We did not have a lot of other people in the area. We would make toys out of pieces of wood and anything else we could find and we thought it was fantastic.”
I was getting a nice cool glass of cranberry juice on this beautiful day when a “DING” interrupted my relaxation. I sat back down in the sun filled office, and opened my phone. The first thing I saw was “imessage from Pastor Doug :)”. So I responded with, “What was your dream job throughout your entire life?” I asked. “When I was in elementary school I wanted to be a paleontologist. In my early teens, I was going to be a plumber. At age 17 I was called to the ministry. When I was 26, I fell in love with teaching. Quite an eclectic list.” So I ruffled through my notes in my english notebook and found my next question; while at the same time was thinking about how many decisions he had. So I responded with, “What influenced you to do all those things? Like what was the reason you wanted to do them?” I went back to my glass of cranberry juice and took a sip. I sat back down on the creaky, rolling chair and waited for the text.
It was taking a while for Pastor Doug to respond so I found myself at the fridge; again, getting myself a popsicle. I always have loved popsicles. My phone interrupted my thoughts so I sat back down; popsicle in hand, and the text read, “What boy doesn't love dinosaurs? When I realized the career opportunities in that line of work were some what limited, so I considered the family business, plumbing. As far as the ministry, I didn't choose it, it chose me. In my final year in a church in San Bernardino, I had the opportunity to teach sixth grade and loved it. When my marriage at that time failed. I was a single parent, and decided to go into public education. That lasted for 32 years. When I decided to retire, the chance of becoming a children's pastor at our church opened up. I was given the chance to be a licensed minister once again.” I had finally finished reading the long text and finished my popsicle. To say the least, about the popsicle, it tasted heavenly. Anyways, so I looked on my sheet and found the last question. So I tapped on the very dirty touch-screen with my sticky and superb thumbs, may I say, and I said, “And lastly, do you ever regret giving up on one of your jobs? If so, why? And if not, why?” SWOOSH!!! My phone made a cool sound indicating that I sent my text.As I was washing off my sticky hands, my phone made a sound, it kinda sounded like “DINGGG”. You have to have an imagination to be able to make that wonderful, technological sound. “I wish the times that I had stayed in the ministry originally. But looking back and seeing where my life has been, I have to say that it's been a wonderful ride. I really don't regret all the different jobs I’ve had.” the text was over until then I saw those mysterious gray, revolving dots on the left side of the screen indicating that he has more to say. It read “I do wish I had been a missionary. I felt like that was a calling at a point in time. But whether it be Pastor, plumber, or teacher, I've enjoyed every job and found joy in life and all of them.” I heard the loud dinging noise and set my stress ball down. I was indeed shocked because I didn't know my pastor's life could be so boring but interesting at the same time. I mean if you saw my pastor walking the streets, you would most definitely not think “plumber” as the first thing that came to mind. He's a very non-scruffy person. But you know, we all have some things that no one would expect us to do, which is why we have that saying “don't judge a book by it's cover”. That's something I learned from this assignment. Is to never, ever judge a book by it's cover.