
I used to be a bellringer, and one church I visited used to practice on a Saturday night before adjourning to the local pub. Once I was so late that I decided to go straight to the pub, the lounge bar of which was in darkness 'set aside' for the ringers. The landlady didn't recognize me so only grudgingly did she turn the lights on and serve me a pint. When I turned and sat in 'Frank's chair', however, she positively glared at me. Clearly I would never measure up to Frank, still less ever step into his shoes, chair or whatever.
A group I've recently left have, bless them, missed me. It was not long however before someone else was found by the establishment and foisted on the group, some of which thought it insensitive that this had happened. Weren't they still grieving, after all?
My own impression was that it was a very sensitive decision, indeed one with more than a whiff of putting the orphan lamb with a barren ewe. Who better to look after a new arrival than a group smarting and struggling to understand the empty place?
Another perspective on such group dynamics is reported in Scientific American Mind, quoting a paper by Katherine Philips et al in the journal Personality and Social Psychology Bulletin. The upshot is that the effect on the group is disturbing, so they go out of their way to understand the different perspectives the newcomer brings. This effect is evidently most beneficial when the newcomer disagrees with part of the group's 'wisdom'. So a stranger in the pack can be most beneficial.
We are called to be disciples. We won't always be welcomed as such. Yet by daring to don a fresh pair of shoes we and the group to which we minister put ourselves in the best place from which to grow.
When the landlady scowls, however, be prepared to shake the dust off ...
