I am the pastor of a congregation. One might think, therefore, that my internal struggles have to do with deep theological issues, or the study of family systems or matters of social justice. One might think so, but that isn’t the case. If you want to know my real issue - the thing that literally keeps me awake at night right now - it’s which bedroom set do I want to put in the master bedroom when I move into the parsonage.
Backstory: A little over two years ago I realized that if things didn’t change pretty drastically, I was
Then my situation changed. I was called to a new church and given a two bedroom apartment to live in. I was told that soon I would be moved to a three bedroom, two bath home. It was understood that I would entertain a bit, hold meetings in my home and occasionally host overnight guests.
It’s almost time to move from the apartment to the parsonage. I lay awake at night wondering whether I should use the pretty things in the Master bedroom. But I’d need to find a dresser to match - and there’s a trundle under the day bed for over flow guests. I can’t use that with the wooden bed because of the drawers underneath. Maybe I could store it in a closet . . . I realize, of course, that it really doesn’t matter that I bought the white furniture for a guest room. It’s my house and my furniture. I have no one to answer to. I can have a pretty, feminine bedroom if I want to.
You see why I call these Cadillac problems. The “problem” only arose because I am blessed with so much stuff. I find myself feeling a bit guilty when I think about having all that space, knowing much of it will be unused most of the time.
My situation has changed. I no longer have to worry about whether my paycheck will stretch to feed me for the entire month. I no longer have to worry whether I can pay all my bills. I no longer have to worry if I will still have a job next month. But for too many of my brothers and sisters in this country, even in this city, that’s not the case. Their situation is still dire. They are still struggling to buy food and prescription medications and pay the bills and keep the car on the road and shoes on their growing children . . .
I’m grateful that my problems today are Cadillac problems. And I am grateful that I remember what it’s like to have real problems, so that I can gratefully share of the bounty with which I have been blessed.