The last few months I've been catching a bit of crap from people for blogging more about work at the hospital more than my job as a youth pastor. At first I was frustrated about that a bit but then I just owned the fact that I tend to write about the areas in my life that I'm growing the most. This 400 hours of hospital Clinical Pastoral Education has been the biggest growth area for me this spring and I now vow to write about it without feeling any guilt.
At the same time I am a Youth Pastor and it is what God has called me to be. I love youth ministry and building something that will ultimately draw students towards a long term life of discipleship with Jesus and hopefully a desire in them to "go" and make disciples.
This spring has been pretty rough combining these two things. The hospital eats up a lot of time and this was a season that the Youth Ministry had some great needs. I'm very thankful that I will be finishing Chaplaincy in 10 days and will be able to fully focus energy back on the Youth Ministry side of my life.
The last week though there has been some great intersections between Youth Ministry and Chaplaincy. Here's two quick stories:
Last week I had a chance to sit with a mother and her 16 year old son. He'd been accidentally shot and had been in the hospital for about a month. When I went into the room I was immediately struck by how the mother and son were interacting. They were finishing each others sentences, telling me stories together and really seemed to be enjoying each other. My interaction with them was great and I remember thinking "I wonder what it is about this tragedy that has brought them together so close?" It was a really rewarding time and I saw in them the way a major difficult situation can bring the family together. I've thought a lot since my time with them about how this experience will forever shape them as a family and I wonder how much "better" their relationships will be because of this.
Tonight I had a much different experience. I had to be with a family when they found out that their 16 year old son was officially brain dead. He had drowned in a pool. This situation was incredibly difficult and I just sat with the family for a while without saying anything except "I'm sorry, " There just wasn't anything needed to be said during this time of grief. The mother has had her future story with her son altered forever. The "what if's" will now always remain just that. My interaction with this family was still as a youth pastor but it was vastly different because in this situation hope was gone.
We talk a lot about future stories both in chaplaincy and in youth ministry. Most people that I spend time with in the hospital have had their future story radical altered instantly.
What I'm learning at the intersection between my two lives right now is that the "Present" is the only reality that really makes sense. Focusing too much on a future of possibilities that can change instantly only brings disappointment.
I've learned a ton about myself. About how I deal with grief and how I can be a more "present" person in the ministry that I lead. I'm praying for the next 10 days where I will be working a total of 48 hours at the hospital. We're also kicking off a summer service program tomorrow at church and taking a ton of kids to a baseball game tomorrow night. I'm hoping that this is a great and rewarding 10 days of being present wherever I am.