I've taken to taking pictures of the various places I've been setting up as places to study. I have a couple more photos at home, but this is where I've been today, at a coffee shop on Park in Oakland.
Besides this, I've also had lunch with a number of fellow pastors I'm beginning to build relationships with. They are a remarkable and encouraging group of people.
When we were done they all trotted back to their churches and offices and I came back here.
On my way back here I started thinking, what would I do if the church told me I didn't have an office anymore? Would I feel less a pastor without a space? Would I be less?
It's a silly question I suppose, but I have been thinking a little lately about how much the space we occupy begins to inform our identity and our sense of self, sometimes even to our own detriment. And I realize I can be a pastor, perhaps even a really good one, and never step foot in an office again.
Not saying I don't want an office. Not saying I won't go back to utilizing my office. I'm just wondering: how does that gift of space actually shrink my pastoral work?
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