Thursday, June 14, 2012

THE MOVE TO SASKATOON chapter 92

We checked into the same motel where I had stayed, had breakfast at the same restaurant while sitting at the same table. We were at University Drive Alliance by 9:00 a.m. where we met the church secretary and got the key to “our” first house. Well, not ours. It belonged to the church, but we occupied it.
We began unloading our car (took about 20 minutes) and began to put things where we thought they should go. Della organized the Kitchen while I unpacked boxes. Walter and his wife Doris arrived so she could meet us. She brought a few groceries to get us started. We went talked about our physical needs. Furniture was the top priority. He put us on to Rose Furniture. The owner, Barry, went to the church. He called Barry and set up an appointment for us. We waited until Eaton’s arrived with the bed. They set it up, we made the bed and left to meet Barry Rose.
We certainly did not want to buy what we did not need immediately. Della was already a skilled money manager. She knew what we had to spend and watched how we spent it to make sure it was going spread to all we needed. That was a challenge. Barry was a salesman. He was ready to make a whale of a deal on furniture for the entire house. We went in for a table and chairs, but caved in. We purchased that plus a sofa, armchair, two end tables, a coffee table and two lamps. Admittedly the living room looked better with furniture. His crew delivered the next morning.
On Friday, September 2, I was in my office with my two boxes of books (all school text books). The secretary got me set up with office stuff. It took a few minutes to unload the boxes and the real questions began. What do I do now? The weekend was clear. I did not need to work on Saturday, I would be interviewed in both services on Sunday and there would be a reception for us after the evening service.
Later Friday morning I met with the pastor who gave me a run down on upcoming events. Our church would host the annual conference of the Canadian Midwest District. I was told I would work with two women on housing for all the incoming pastors and lay people. Also I would need to go over the list of committees and assign meetings rooms and have signs prepared, Bt the time lunch came, I had lots to do. The conference was in three weeks.
It had only been a few months since we left school, and there would likely be some guys arriving with whom I just gradated. We all wanted to be pastors. While I wasn’t a senior pastor, I was in the largest church. How would my friends react? My job would be a surprise.
At lunch I learned Della had been quite busy herself. She had finished inventorying the kitchen and had begun making a list of things we still needed. Strange, I thought we got everything we needed. Admittedly, twelve teapots were a little much. I didn’t even drink tea (but I would learn). She had moved several things we did not need or would never use into the extra bedroom. She had already decided most of those items would go on to friends being married the following summer (re-gifting). That took care of the teapots.
That afternoon, the Sunday school superintendent came by for a visit. He wanted me to know that everything was ready for fall. He had a full compliment of teachers and he went over the curriculum in detail with me. It became clear he was informing me as a courtesy. He neither wanted my help nor needed it. He had been the superintendent for over twenty years and knew exactly what needed to be done and I would be of no use to him, “son.” When he didn’t call me “son,” he called me “boy.” It was a real confidence builder.
I was the “new” Christian Education Director and I was being relieved of the largest single responsibility in the field in the church. Now what do I do? There was one youth group. It was a College and Career group run by two Russian brothers – the Repetski’s. There was no board of Christian Education, something I was taught we needed. There was a Christian Service Brigade, two levels, and Pioneer Girls. That was it.
I was totally confused. Nothing was like I was told the model church should be and I had already been told the parents of teens did not want a youth program. Yeah! I’m here. I get to be the errand boy. Well, if that will be my role I was determined to be the best errand boy I could be. I had a job in a church. I felt completely at peace.

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