Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Life as a Church Administrator, Pt 2: The Journey

If you missed it, check out Part 1 here
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A sweet old map of Kalamazoo. via

So how did I end up as a Church Administrator in Kalamazoo? To start from the beginning, my father happens to be a pastor, and I don’t really remember what life was like before I was a PK (Pastor’s Kid, not Penalty Kick).

 I’m the kid that got to church first, and left last. I don’t think taking a week, or even the occasional month, off of work means you have to lose your job (Sabbaticals are so healthy, man. Make sure your pastor takes them if you love them at all). Every time I drive by an abandoned business building, I think it’s the perfect place to start a church.

Ministry is my blood, friends.

So it isn’t surprising that I grew up volunteering at my church. I helped with the bulletin, stocked the snack bar, and taught in sunday school when I was 12 or 13. When I started college, I was blessed enough to be offered a job as an administrative assistant at the church. I helped take off some of the load of the details my dad was carrying--some basic accounting, emails, creating brochures, and whatever else needed to be done.

Before I knew it, I had finished my Associates Degree in Business, and was engaged to the man of my dreams, my best friend. I’d been working at New Day for two years, and I had started doing a lot more than those basic things above. In addition to assisting with more complicated accounting, I was now also doing creative things, like graphic design and social media marketing. Everything was going perfectly.

Being an admin. assistant at the church was a job with a fantastic work environment, and I was still living at home, so I was saving money for our wedding. I have been so blessed at my church--I genuinely love everyone there like family, and I had grown up with so many of them. I was growing in my relationship with God in so many places at home and in so many ways through my job and attending services. My friends were so wonderful--truly, I know the best people, and the majority of them lived right here. Both sides of our immediate family live here, and we all got along better than cake and ice cream.

Everything was going right. I loved life in Kalamazoo.

So of course, at this point, God speaks up. He tests my heart. Would I really follow Him?

To be continued...

3 comments:

Jerry said...

You are one busy, happy gal. Thanks for sharing the details of your life. Encouraging.

the Britches said...

I'm so happy that you're still so happy there. I totally remember when you started that gig. :)

Danielle D'Ambrosio said...

Oooh can't wait to hear what happens next :)

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