A day in the life of Laura Ashley Sullivan:
Let me outline the setting and then I will leave you with the conversation. Please let me know your thoughts.
So, I'm heading out of the scantuary following church on Sunday morning. There are 3 servies at my church on Sunday morning: 8 am (small), 9:30 (biggest and comtemporary), and 11 (faithful and traditional). I go to the third option, ha, that's me - faithful and traditional. Sometimes atleast. Anyways, I am going through the line, like always, to hug the pastors, Mark, the head of ministries, Becky Hall, new members lady, and new members. So Becky Hall stops to talk to me, also like always, and here is what happened (remember my church is huge...not a backroad country church w/ 100 members...but like 1200 at church...):
Becky: Ashley, Are you going to be home the Sunday after Christmas?
Me: Um. I mean. What day is that?
Becky: The 31st.
Me: Yeah. New Years Eve Day. Yes Mam. I'm going to Texas, but i'll be back by then. Why, what's up?
Becky: Well, we just want you to preach the message at the 9:30 that morning.
Yeah. My large church wants me...18 year old Ashley Sullivan...to be in the pulpit, preaching a sermon to the largest church service at Christ UMC in a week and a half.
I mean. Seriously. I don't even know what to say to this. Of course i'm doing it. But, Jesus? What's up? What do I talk about? What do mostly middle aged church goers need to hear come out of my mouth, what will piss them off, how do I apporach the entire situation?
I am not mediocre, how do I show them that i'm more than an 18 year old in 2006?
Haha. Crazy. I just feel like my life is full of completely unrealistic happenings.
The other day I journaled this,
"Lord, most days I don't know what to do with myself. Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same, if you know what to do with me either."
Please respond. I just need feedback, really.
So, I'm heading out of the scantuary following church on Sunday morning. There are 3 servies at my church on Sunday morning: 8 am (small), 9:30 (biggest and comtemporary), and 11 (faithful and traditional). I go to the third option, ha, that's me - faithful and traditional. Sometimes atleast. Anyways, I am going through the line, like always, to hug the pastors, Mark, the head of ministries, Becky Hall, new members lady, and new members. So Becky Hall stops to talk to me, also like always, and here is what happened (remember my church is huge...not a backroad country church w/ 100 members...but like 1200 at church...):
Becky: Ashley, Are you going to be home the Sunday after Christmas?
Me: Um. I mean. What day is that?
Becky: The 31st.
Me: Yeah. New Years Eve Day. Yes Mam. I'm going to Texas, but i'll be back by then. Why, what's up?
Becky: Well, we just want you to preach the message at the 9:30 that morning.
Yeah. My large church wants me...18 year old Ashley Sullivan...to be in the pulpit, preaching a sermon to the largest church service at Christ UMC in a week and a half.
I mean. Seriously. I don't even know what to say to this. Of course i'm doing it. But, Jesus? What's up? What do I talk about? What do mostly middle aged church goers need to hear come out of my mouth, what will piss them off, how do I apporach the entire situation?
I am not mediocre, how do I show them that i'm more than an 18 year old in 2006?
Haha. Crazy. I just feel like my life is full of completely unrealistic happenings.
The other day I journaled this,
"Lord, most days I don't know what to do with myself. Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same, if you know what to do with me either."
Please respond. I just need feedback, really.