The PCC survived the discussion, but there were other tasks which it was a 'no brainer' to stop. They included managing the sound during services, and helping clean the church room.
It didn't last, for the very next day I was in conversation with our churchwarden and she mentioned that one of our Lavalier microphones was dead and I was drawn into what we should do. Likewise, at the end of our meeting I realised that we'd met towards the end of the day in the week when we usually - you guessed it - clean the church room, and I apologised to her about missing it before beginning to suggest alternative days.
My training supervisor grinned and said something to the effect of 'welcome to ministry', where being swept up in other people's calls on your time comes with the territory.
If being on the PCC readily survived the cull of duties, it is because although it does call too much upon my time - even without my studies - it is nevertheless a place wherein I feel able to work out my calling (to help others themselves called to ministry). Sometimes, that happens in the wielding of a mop, too.
Yet awhile, I can see it is going to be a struggle for me to keep an eye on where I'm heading, and not allow myself to be drawn towards other people's demands. Servant ministry is important to me, but not at the cost that no-one gets where they're supposed to be: living in the Kingdom.
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