I’m getting my (insert term for gludius maximus) kicked on internship. Transitioning from a summer of childcare which, though exhausting, provided me with ample daily naps and a rather casual work setting, to a new church where I’m struggling to learn names, wrap my head around the particular tasks of ministry at this place, meeting schedules, and where I’m preparing for 8 days when my supervisor will be out of town . . . it has been simultaneously exciting and exhausting (of course, it’s not just the church that is tiring. The children who seem unable to sleep through the night surely contribute to my sapped energy levels . . .).
But as I begin my internship there is another feeling – I really, really care about this job. Not that I didn’t invest myself in or care about past jobs as a fundraiser, sales rep, or chaplain, but in those roles I knew from the get-go that my vocation was elsewhere. Well, though this is only an internship, I have arrived at elsewhere. Eight years after dropping out of seminary, I have finally returned to my parish vocation, and I find my mind, my heart, my faith racing as I strive to fulfill this internship vocation faithfully.
I know that I can’t do everything in my first few weeks, and that I have a full year of service and learning ahead of me. But I’m so stinking excited and eager to learn, to serve, to do the stuff of ministry . . . perhaps this is the perfect time to "be still" and listen for the silence and presence of God. Hmmm . . . perhaps this is the perfect time to resume my old practice of daily prayer, a practice that fell to the wayside over the summer.