Shorn Sheep
Saturday, March 24th, 2007Attending the leadership training yesterday and today made me question the approach used for youth and teens ministry… Are we building disciplemaking disciples? Are we a warehouse church? One that stores and preserves and not continually producing finished goods from raw materials? Bottom line is.. we are not producing. Yeah, attendance maybe growing, but what abt spirituality and disciple maturity? Instead of feeling like a shepherd, I feel like a sheep.. One striped of it’s protective wool; exposed for hypocrisy.
A half baked shepherd is not one at all.. In fact, the lessons learnt today made me realise all the more that maturity does not end when you become a shepherd. You are continually growing and learning new truths. Applying it deeper into your lives so that you will reflect the Saviour.
A good shepherd is one that makes more shepherds… And I havent done a good job of that.. But praise God! He provides.. When He wants us to grow, He gives us the resources.. No matter how incompetent the half baked shepherd is.. Praise God for all the volunteer shepherds, potential shepherds, co shepherds who are helping me.. Without you all, I would have been burnt out! Thank you all and may the Lord bless you and keep you for your faithful work!
On a lighter note; or I should say lighter head… I was meaning to have my heavy locks chopped for about 2 months now.. Poor time management made me postpone the much needed crown-aide time and again. That finally came true today when I decided I had to do something with my mane. Actually the push becomes a shove when some of my long tresses got stuck in between the pews of the FBC in PJ while listening to the leadership training. Pulling it out made it look forlorn and stretched.
Enough is enough!! So I drove to my stylist and decided on a makeover. Suggesting a shorter style, he recommended the latest trend. Sure, why not? I dont mind sporting the latest trend without much maintenance (I havent the luxury of fussing over my tresses). So, the rest was history (or should I say my long mane was history). A snip here a snip there… And after 2 HOURS (sweat!) with a stiff neck and heavy eyelids, a new me!
The verdict? Erm… I donno; I kinda miss my long locks; they provide me something to fiddle with when I’m heavy in thought (ask Shali or Neil or anyone who’s had the privillage [agony] of being my classmate). I felt shorn, naked almost! It’s too breezy.. I havent sported shorter locks since I was 16!!
I cant imagine the looks on my sheeps’ faces when they see a shorn sheep walking in to the santuary tomorrow. Nor could I imagine the faces of my colleagues as they roll on the floor laughing at the new [pretentious-trendy wannabe] me. More updates later… or, maybe not.. Come and see for yourselves and laugh.
