Sometimes I go to events like Jenna's play (which was great, by the way -- any play that mixes a commentary on imperialism in early California and songs about cows is okay by me) and wonder how to explain why I'm there. Not everyone understands the word "pastor", and even if they do, it doesn't explain why I'm at a 4th grade play. "I'm a friend," doesn't get at the relationship, either.
I am one of Jenna's mentors. I help her see and feel God. I help her think about how to respond to seeing and feeling God. And, with any luck, she sees in me God's love for her.
Does that describe "pastor"? I don't know, but maybe it's a start.
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