I am neither a basketball coach nor a pastor, but this essay over at internetmonk.com is intriguing on several levels. I have made friends with clergy in several faith groups — partly from my days at Hartford Seminary and partly because clergy members throw the best parties — and one told me a story of his introduction to a rather historic church here in staid old New England.
He’d moved up from Florida, and wore a small gold chain (very small) and several of the members of his church wasted no time suggesting he might want to lose the gold. New England clergy, evidently, don’t wear gold chains. Who knew?
The essay also reminded me of a job I had once, where the whole endeavor seemed to be filled with invisible hoops I was expected to both sense, and jump through. Hated that job. Hated it.
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