Willow
11-19-2004, 05:00 PM
I must say... the worship topic started by Elle has hit an area I thought I didn't care about anymore. Out of respect, I started a new thread to talk about my own stuff.
As a worship director... I was so minimized that I was not allowed to be called by the title of my role in the church. It was because I am a female. If I had been a male, i would have been front and center and in all the brochures and announced from the pulpit, ordained... etc. The church I moved 800 miles north to help plant, did not even acknowledge that I needed a salary to survive. I was happy to serve and struggle to a point. But when the pastor and all the other copastors were living in big houses and driving their SUVs... sending their kids to the best schools, etc... well... I began to question why, if the church was doing so well, I wasn't able to survive financially and had to buy powdered milk and eat potatos. I even made salads out of the violets in my yard... they are delicious!!! Don't get me wrong... I did work a job for 7 years of the 10 I was there. The last three were spent trying to start a business so I could devote more time to the church. I was one brainwashed puppy. Thanks to friends at the clergy recovery forum here at NACR, I was able to learn that I was being abused. Yes... my church was abusing me. I began to notice the abuse happening to others then. It was as though the only person who had a voice in the church was the pastor. It was an authoritarian set up and I couldn't convince any of the leadership of it because of the pastor's quiet nature. He talked like Mr. Rogers. Have you ever had a person who sounded like Mr. Rogers say something horribly harsh to you? It's like your brain shuts down. The body language says... "I love you", the words say, "I hate you". It was sooo confusing. Anyway... the thing I noticed about the church was that the true personality of the church was quinched. The giftings people brought to the table were rejected and minimized. The callings that people had were not acknowledged unless they lined up with the pastor's model for the church. The model he chose was a clone of a mega church in Louisiana. Trying to cram our Kentucky congregation into the mold of a Louisiana church was like cramming a dove into light socket and expecting it to shine. We just didn't fit the mold. It was so sad. The congregation had such a rich personality and set of giftings and most were unable to use them within the narrow parameters of the church. what's worse is... people were not listened to or communicated with. The congregation that made up the church had no voice in the church. This led me to study different styles of leadership. I discovered that authoritarian styles (where the pastor has the only voice) were neat and ran easily and were less messy to run. Other styles that gave the people ownership of their congregation were very messy... people whined and complained. Lots of minds and wills and preferences came into play. The thing is... these were the healthier congregations. They looked less efficient and less healthy, but in reality... these were the congregations that dared let the body of Christ be the body of Christ.
All that... and I still don't feel like I expressed my dispair... oh well.
As a worship director... I was so minimized that I was not allowed to be called by the title of my role in the church. It was because I am a female. If I had been a male, i would have been front and center and in all the brochures and announced from the pulpit, ordained... etc. The church I moved 800 miles north to help plant, did not even acknowledge that I needed a salary to survive. I was happy to serve and struggle to a point. But when the pastor and all the other copastors were living in big houses and driving their SUVs... sending their kids to the best schools, etc... well... I began to question why, if the church was doing so well, I wasn't able to survive financially and had to buy powdered milk and eat potatos. I even made salads out of the violets in my yard... they are delicious!!! Don't get me wrong... I did work a job for 7 years of the 10 I was there. The last three were spent trying to start a business so I could devote more time to the church. I was one brainwashed puppy. Thanks to friends at the clergy recovery forum here at NACR, I was able to learn that I was being abused. Yes... my church was abusing me. I began to notice the abuse happening to others then. It was as though the only person who had a voice in the church was the pastor. It was an authoritarian set up and I couldn't convince any of the leadership of it because of the pastor's quiet nature. He talked like Mr. Rogers. Have you ever had a person who sounded like Mr. Rogers say something horribly harsh to you? It's like your brain shuts down. The body language says... "I love you", the words say, "I hate you". It was sooo confusing. Anyway... the thing I noticed about the church was that the true personality of the church was quinched. The giftings people brought to the table were rejected and minimized. The callings that people had were not acknowledged unless they lined up with the pastor's model for the church. The model he chose was a clone of a mega church in Louisiana. Trying to cram our Kentucky congregation into the mold of a Louisiana church was like cramming a dove into light socket and expecting it to shine. We just didn't fit the mold. It was so sad. The congregation had such a rich personality and set of giftings and most were unable to use them within the narrow parameters of the church. what's worse is... people were not listened to or communicated with. The congregation that made up the church had no voice in the church. This led me to study different styles of leadership. I discovered that authoritarian styles (where the pastor has the only voice) were neat and ran easily and were less messy to run. Other styles that gave the people ownership of their congregation were very messy... people whined and complained. Lots of minds and wills and preferences came into play. The thing is... these were the healthier congregations. They looked less efficient and less healthy, but in reality... these were the congregations that dared let the body of Christ be the body of Christ.
All that... and I still don't feel like I expressed my dispair... oh well.