Last week I had my first job interview—as in pastoral job. Yes, graduation is fast approaching, and I have no intention of continuing school for the time being, so I must find a job… a real job… in the real world. Well, it just so happened that some people were coming up from Arkansas—Fayetteville to be exact—to interview soon-to-be grads like myself, so I signed up for an interview. I had picked up a job description from the placement office, and it seemed to be a good fit for me. According to the description, it was an associate pastor position with general responsibilities, but perhaps with a slight tilt towards administration. If you know anything about me, you know that I’m strong in administration.
The interview went really smoothly. Unfortunately, it turned out that the job was actually a church planting gig, and that the job description only applied during the first 2-3 years while the hire gathered a core group, and after which it was expected that he then move down the road a few miles with said core group to start a new church. I say unfortunately, because I’m no church planter. I was disappointed that the job didn’t turn out to be what I thought it would, but because it turned out that way, I wasn’t too disappointed when I got a call two days later informing me that the interviewers had decided not to pursue me any further.
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