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The pastor as writer

Nurturing your identity, habit, and voice

I’m on a sabbatical right now. The way that our finances work, I still need to be traveling and speaking, but I’m relishing the long stretches of restoration. Before I entered into the sabbatical, I couldn’t imagine what I would do with hours of replenishment. I planned a three-month work-a-palooza. I had a book to write, a publisher waiting for it—everything was lined up for ninety days of research and pounding.

When I stepped into the space, my publisher became less secure. I began to drop back into the frenzy of looking for an agent and finding the next house who would take me on. (I love Alban, my current publisher. It’s just that my next project doesn’t fit in their niche.)

Then I stopped. I gave myself a break from the business of writing—the never-ending platform building, dutiful networking, self-promoting, and strategic planning. I somehow missed out on the days when an author could be a hermit. I hear myths of how big-box bookstores would buy truckloads and simply burn the works when they didn’t sell. I entered the publishing market during the digital revolution, and though I'd been on the lucky end of this social-media overhaul, I felt utterly exhausted by it.

So, for three months, I’m immersing myself in the art of letters. It was as if my words needed to breathe and I’m relearning the beauty of the page.

The process reminds me of the first years that I began a writing life. A strange shift occurred. One day, I was sweating and agonizing over every syllable of a theology paper, seeing a 30-page assignment as an impossible mountain that I had to conquer. I regurgitated the thoughts of history. Then I adjusted the margins and picked the widest font in order get a respectable 28 to turn in to my professor.

After a couple of years, I needed the words. I hungered to write them. On vacations, when my family urged me to take a break from my laptop, I become cranky. What happened? As I prepare to go to Austin Seminary to talk about the pastor as writer, I’m thinking about that place where the words began to grow like wildflowers that I no longer had to coddle. I’m trying to describe what took place there.

My identity changed. I always wanted to be a writer, but I was a solo pastor at a small congregation, and I could barely get my sermons completed. I always felt belittled by this fact, until I looked down at my sermon file, which had grown into a sermon drawer. Seeing a couple of years of homilies, I realized that I had painstakingly written seven pages each week. I multiplied 7 times 50, and came up with 350. I was writing the equivalent of a book each year. I was a writer.

Writing became a habit. I realized that if I could write a sermon on Saturday, then I could rise each morning and write a little bit. Getting up when the house was quiet, I made a pot of coffee and began to journal. I couldn’t do housework because that would wake everyone up. No one expected me to answer an email at 5:30 am. There was nothing to do but write. So I began my habit.

I started trusting my voice. I’m the third and youngest child in my family of origin, and I have a very opinionated and outspoken family. Not only that, but I don’t really agree with most of their perspectives on politics and religion. And we only talk about politics and religion. I do a lot of listening to keep the peace during Thanksgiving.

If I’m in a crowded room, and I’m not the keynote speaker of the gathering, you probably won’t know I’m there. There are many contributing factors to this—a hundred ways in which I was conditioned. I’m an introvert. I’m a woman. I was raised as a Southern Baptist where I was taught to be “submissive.” I went to college in that environment. It’s also because I didn’t trust my voice. I didn’t quite believe that I was smart enough, or right enough, or enough of anything, really.

I got over this by listening to my side of things. When I wrote, I didn’t have to stop in the middle of my sentence to defend my point. I could complete my sentence. I could even construct an entire train of thought. I began to put in black and white what I believed.

I wrote to my church, who had a hard time understanding my generation. I wrote to my dad, who didn’t like how I interpreted the Bible. Most of all, I wrote to myself. I concentrated on understanding my own viewpoints as closely as I had listened to others. I constructed my own theology instead of solely relying on the wisdom of the past. I began to love the healing process of writing.

And that’s where I am today—I ventured back to that place where the words grow with wild abandon. I'm resting here for a few more weeks, nurturing my identity, my habits, and my voice. 

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Ministry and writing

Thank you Carol for the open way in which you communicate.

Some personal background: Australian, over 65, deacon in the Anglican church of Australia and full-time prison chaplain, currenly engrossed in 'Reframing Hope'.  My wife is an Anglican priest.

Unlike you, I have never had the desire to be a writer.  Yet words come easily and the spoken message is often effective and timely.  It often starts as a few keys thoughts or the observation of a need which, if allowed to germinate, becomes both a prompt in my life and is enlightening to others.

However written communication can be misconstrued and used for unintented ends.  Besides, how does a person gets the words as right as they can be both theologically and otherwise?  Having a background in management and 20+ years of IT, it is inviting to use electronic communication ie blogs to reach people in the wider community as well as active parishioners.

I plan to continue to follow the content in Tribal Church and Christian Century.

Thanks for this Carol.  I've

Thanks for this Carol.  I've got a planned sabbatical for this summer in which I'm going to "live the life of writer."  That's what I've been telling myself at least.  However, I'm struggling with the balance of being a solo pastor and keeping with my daily regiment (not nearly as daily as yours).  We should put this as a topic for unco.  Do you plan to go to NY or San Fran?

Unco

I'll be at both! Yes... it should definitely be a topic.

Grateful

Glad and grateful that you wrote this, Carol. I absolutely needed to read "nurturing my identity, my habits, and my voice" as I, too, struggle a bit to move back into this sacred space. 

Thanks... I hope that you

Thanks... I hope that you find that space anew.

I'm glad you're in that place

I'm glad you're in that place where words grow with wild abandon.  It's a fine place to spend some time.  So...what role did blogging have in this, Carol?  Has it been part of your habit of writing?  Has it helped you trust your voice?  - David

David! I'm so glad you

David! I'm so glad you commented. I was worried that commenters wouldn't navigate to the new blog. :)

Blogging was huge in finding my voice. It's true what people often say--writing is like working out. There's a painful process of ripping and muscle strengthening (ahem... not that I know that much about working out...).

What about you. You've been blogging for a long time now... How has it helped you? Or, has it?

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