"It must be nice to work at a church.....

....so nice and quiet."

Have you ever thought that of your pastor?  The lady that works in the church office?  Let me tell ya....

I got to work today and had about 15 minutes to sift through email.  Then off to Mass.  After that, women's Bible Study.  That was almost my entire morning.

Afternoon:  ate lunch at my desk, a meeting with our director of religious education, then a "meeting" with our youth minister - although mostly that is shooting the breeze.  I finished a talk I'm giving to a young adults' group tomorrow, tried to track down a couple of speakers for our senior citizens' group that meets once a month, talked with two women who are in the process of joining the Church about some little issues, worked on a prayer service, sent emails and returned phone calls, talked to the woman who creates our lectors' schedule about a new lector, went through a bunch of donations to find some kids' winter stuff for a needy family, read a new directive from the Diocese - and that's just today.

On any given day, I may have phone calls about baptisms and people wanting more information about the parish or joining the Church.  People are in and out of the office all day, and some just want to chat.  Some want to chat for a long time.  Last week, I had a meeting every night of the week:  parents preparing for baptism, class to teach, two committees.  I also help families plan funerals, which is a part of my job that I'm honored to do. 

I don't do the same thing two days in a row, which I really like.  I work rather flexible hours, which I really like.  I still get to teach and answer questions about the Faith, which I love.  But please, please don't tell me how lovely it is to work at church, and how quiet it must be.  Instead, tell those that make your church seem like a lovely and quiet place "thank you" for all the hard, behind-the-scenes work they do.

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