Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Work Anniversary Date

Yesterday was June 15 and it was my sixth year of employment at my present job.

I am called to be a writer and speaker; but my “day-time” job is a business administrator for a church. This is my sixth year at this particular church, but I have worked as a Church Business Administrator (CBA) for 15 ½ years.

I’ve had a lot of fun working as a CBA and I’ve had some sad times too. As in most jobs, there have been times of frustration and times of being so busy I couldn’t think straight by the end of the day. I’ve had some great times and great laughs and there’ve been hard times when I’ve shed many tears.

My first position as a CBA was for a church with a paid staff (at its largest) of seven people. I started there in November, 1987. Earlier that year in January, the church experienced a fire that gutted the sanctuary and most of the surrounding classrooms. When I came on staff, the congregation was meeting in the local high school across the street from its original location while the building was being rebuilt. The offices were located in a house at the back of the church property.

I was there for the remainder of the rebuilding, the building of a new sanctuary (we outgrew the old one), the MOVE across the county line to the new property/sanctuary, the start of a preschool and kindergarten, the changes in staff, etc. A lot can happen in nine years. We had some funny times there, although the laughs sometimes came after the fact…

… like the time I was completely alone in the building during lunch one hot, summer day. I don’t remember exactly where everyone was, but I do remember that the Senior Pastor had taken his youngest son to lunch. I went down the hall to the supply closet, got what I needed and was walking back up the hall, my mind completely focused on the next thing I needed to do. Out of the corner of my right eye, I spotted something on the floor. Thinking it was a rope, I headed in that direction to pick it up. However, the closer I got to the object, I realized it wasn’t a rope at all. It was a coiled snake. A live, coiled snake. I backed up, gave the snake a wide berth, and ran to my desk like the devil himself was after me. I paged the senior pastor and when he returned my call, the conversation went something like this:
Me: “You must get back here immediately! I don’t care where you are,
whether you’ve eaten or not, or where you’re heading next. GET BACK
HERE NOW!!!!!” (Of course, the first thing that pops into his mind is the
building is on fire.)
SP: “Why? What’s wrong? Is the building on fire?”
Me: “No, but there is a HUGE snake coiled up in the hallway.”
SP: “A snake? Is that all?”
Me: “IS THAT ALL?? YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE RIGHT
NOW AND KILL THIS THING OR I’M LEAVING AND I MAY
NOT BE BACK!”
He actually had the nerve to laugh before he hung up!
Thirty minutes later, the Senior Pastor and his son nonchalantly walked in. By that time, I was practically on top of my desk for fear of seeing that snake slither around the corner towards me. Upon seeing the size and type of snake, I was told it’s a harmless, 3-foot black snake. As far as I’m concerned, no snake is harmless, I don’t care what color it is. And it wasn’t 3 feet long; it was at least six feet long!

We had some sad times there…when some of our staff moved away, when members of the church passed away…and we had some hard times too – like most churches do.

But for the most part, it was a job I enjoyed. When the Senior Pastor left to start another church, I knew I’d be leaving soon too. I had been there just under nine years and I was burned out. Most people find it very hard to believe that church work can be so stressful. But it can be. I decided that I would never work as a CBA again. Never say “never” to God, unless you want to do exactly what you said you would not do. Eight years later, I was back working in a church as a CBA.

I’ve been the CBA at this church now for six years. It’s been a totally different experience because I don’t attend the church as a member—I’m just employed here. But I’ve never been made to feel as if I’m “just an employee.” The Sunday before I began work, I was welcomed by the entire congregation. They have supported me when I’ve been ill, when my husband had surgeries, and most recently, when my father was hospitalized and in a rehab center for a month. They have prayed with me and for me and my family. Try getting that kind of support and encouragement in a large corporation, like…the corporation whose motto is "Just Do It."

I’ve had some fun times, and as in most jobs, there have been times of frustration and times of working hard. I’ve had some good laughs and I’ve shed some tears. I’ve made new friends. It is a great job and I’m thankful for it.

3 comments:

April W Gardner said...

Happy Anniversary, Edwina! ;)
Isn't it wonderful to love your job? Makes life so much more pleasant.

quietspirit said...

Edwina:
God called you to your job. I'm sure you are good at it. We have two part-time secretaries at our church. I don't know how they keep things straight. One always tells me how hard it is to make people realize how she has to schedule everything.

Edwina said...

April & Cecile,

Thank you both for your kind and encouraging remarks!!

Blessings,
Edwina