It’s silly to let your life be rocked by little things, perhaps, but oh well. That’s who I am and that isn’t gonna change. Eat the last Pop-Tart and it’ll make me cry (just a little). Cancel my tv program and I’ll be miffed for two days.
So how do you think I’m handling the news that my Sunday School teachers have quit and our little class is being disbanded? Not well, I’ll tell you that. I’ve seen this day coming for about six months now, and I’ve not been happy about it. I like our teacher and his wife. He’s very good and I’ve learned a lot from him. What I don’t understand is why this means we must disband our little class.
Southern Baptists (over)use a phrase for church involvement: Plugged-In. It bothers me because it’s jargon-y. Like “out of pocket” and “tipping point”, it’s one of those phrases that communicates “We all read the latest Management Technique Book!” When a person comes to church, much is made about getting that person “plugged in”–choir, helping in the nursery, going to Sunday School. My email last night said that they hoped we’d all find a new class we’d like to “plug into”. It makes me feel as though we’ve shorted out a circuit-breaker or some such thing. There were only a few of us, to be sure, but we are plugged in.
Oh well. Someone has unscrewed the outlet from the wall, I guess. Time for me to find a new socket.