Changing Fishbowls

Moving to a new church reminds me of an old Atari game I used to play called Maze Craze. My favorite was the one where the maze was invisible and you had to bump into everything to find your way through. New churches are like that. You show up, but nobody knows where any of the boundaries are. When does the pastor like to take his day off? Who does the bulletin? Who calls and leads which meetings and how do we know? It can even include questions like 'Am I supposed to go with that group or sit over here?' You just never know where the next turn will be, so you go along very cautiously and slowly, almost with your hands out in front of you, fearful that your next step will put you face-first into a wall.

These times never last very long in the larger scheme of things, but just like when you're under water as a kid, it always seems longer when you're in the middle of it. I'll be glad when I've moved through a chunk of this maze and have learned more about a section I can move through with confidence!