Socially Inept

First off, I want to say that I’ve come a long way with interpersonal communication.  I now say ‘goodbye’ on the phone and in person before hanging up or leaving.  I don’t abruptly change the subject if I find it uninteresting.  But there are definitely moments…

OK.  Here’s what happened.  Not a big deal, but I’m the pastor so I figure I should be less awkward than this, but there was a new lady at church this morning.  Hadn’t met her before.  Came with her daughter whom I just met a couple of days ago.  Trying to make a better effort to mingle and chit-chat at church… so I walked up to new lady and said, “I’m really horrible at small talk.  I’m not sure what to say now.”  As these words are coming out of my mouth, it’s like I’m looking at them in a big cartoon word bubble and I realize that this is not only an appalling way to start a conversation, it’s not even something that should be said out loud ever unless you want to look like Rain Man.

A friend was standing nearby and he jumped in and wrangled the conversation away, glancing at me with horror and disbelief.




Introducing…  my update on the baby: No baby yet.

But everything is ready to go.  Car seat installed.  Crib assembled.  Baby monitor… monitoring.  I had Thea go into the nursery and make crying noises.  So now it’s just a waiting game.  Many people want us to call as soon as Thea goes into labour.  I think we won’t tell anyone and then just show up with a baby.

Halloween was fun but cold.  Trying to relive our youth and combat the rampant consumerism of Halloween, we dressed up and went door to door asking for donations to the local food bank.  It’s very satisfying filling one of those bins, knowing that it’s going to help people who need help.

I’m on a practical Christianity kick.  Well, hopefully a practical Christianity life-changing-permanent-kick where there’s more doing and less talking about doing.  We complain that it’s always the same people actually showing love to the unloved while most people listen to comfortable sermons on a Sunday morning then go about their lives without applying any of the radical generosity and self-sacrificing behaviour that this Jesus thing is supposed to be all about.  But people need guidance and opportunities and maybe even a little kick in the pants.

For example, a lady in our church needs help with her yard cleanup because she’s not physically able.  I organized a group of men to help out… some volunteered and some I just told to show up.  Ideally people want to help, but I’ll take helping-even-though-they-don’t-want-to.

So that’s that.  I think I can predict tomorrow’s update on the baby: No baby yet.