Different Relationships, Similar Issues

And then two weeks after saying "yes" to St. Stephen, I was faced with a relationship of a different kind. Once again, I wasn't really looking to get involved. I wasn't ready to commit. I had other plans, other hopes, other aspirations. I knew how entrenching and binding relationships could be. I was happy with my friends, my co-workers, and my own company. And yet, similar to the the thought process that led to my first interview with St. Stephen, I considered it and concluded I'd at least give it a try.


Chance circumstances and some small amount of networking led to my finding David and to David finding me. We met through a friend, a "sister" in Christ, to use ecclesial language. That sister was my friend, Ellen, who was part of a rather social small group Bible study made up of members from our church. Unlike Bethany, Ellen never intended to set me up with David. I think I first met him at a church potluck/game night or something of that nature. I don't really remember, though I'm sure he does. Sometime around the end of October I decided to hang out with the aforementioned small group. David seemed to need a friend. I responded. There was some initial contact and communication regarding our mutual car searches, and then I waited for a while, not really thinking that he was going to make a move and not really wanting him to either. 

But he did. The third weekend in November (the same weekend I was installed at St. Stephen), David offered to help me cook a turkey for a Thanksgiving meal we were having at my house. It was a stressful, emotional, wonderful weekend full of food, friends, and copious conversation. We talked about past relationships and college and Kansas City and a lot of other things I don't really remember. I generally liked David and even though I got really worked up about getting our meal finished on time and spent a good portion of the time he was over wearing sweatpants and spilling things, David didn't seem to mind. I felt a sense of comfort and familiarity, the way I did when I spent time with my college friends. I liked David. It would be okay if nothing ever happened, but somewhere in the back of my mind I think I was hoping that we would be friends. One week later he took that a step further and asked me to go on a date.


During the date I did my best to be myself, to give a fair representation of who I was and why I was on this date in the first place. If David didn't think we were a good match, that was fine, I just wanted him to know what he was in for. Whether or not he did I can't say, but he did ask me out again. And again. And before I realized what I had agreed to I was regularly seeing someone and wasn't quite sure what to do about it. 

Remaining distant seemed safe. There was little chance of getting overly attached. I could leave at any time and pursue my greater dreams of teaching and traveling. There were no commitments, no expectations. No one would get hurt in the process. An exclusive relationship, on the other hand, would require investing more than time. David, I believed, was looking for something long-term and committed. I wasn't. But everyone I talked to told me this might be a good idea, that maybe I needed a little stability in my life and committing to another person other than myself would be good for me. 


Not wanting to be dishonest, I expressed my concerns to him. We talked through the possibility that I might leave within a year's time, and he assured me that as long as we made progress during the time we were together it would be good, that the relationship would be worthwhile for me and for him. I decided to accept advice, and followed the small urging of my heart to enter into a relationship. One year later I am still uncertain of how long it will last or where it will go, but the fact that it is, is enough for today.

Dating St. Stephen: Entering a Relationship

There are some relationships that you believe will last forever - the best friend who more or less lived with you over the summer, the first person who gazed into your eyes and hesitantly whispered "I love you," the college roommate you thought you couldn't live with, the college roommate you thought you couldn't live without. And then there are the relationships you're surprised ever formed in the first place.

November 15, 2010 I entered into a relationship with St. Stephen Lutheran Church. Within 8-10 weeks I was relatively confident that the relationship would meet its eventual end rather swiftly. And yet a full 365 days later here I am, more deeply involved than I had planned to get.

"Youth director" was a position that I very much wanted for myself when I was sophomore or junior in college. But by the time I graduated, I was pretty sure that youth ministry wasn't my calling. My inability to survive a game of dodge ball, define "spiritual formation," or turn in my medical forms on time were just a few of the many red flags. But months of unemployment and empty job searches often leads one to reconsidering what they thought they were "meant to do in the world." By September of 2010 I was will to "have a go" at just about anything, including copy-editing for an animal-testing facility, attending a roller derby, applying to be a jewelry salesperson, and attending free yoga classes.

Chance circumstances and some small amount of networking led to my finding St. Stephen and to St. Stephen finding me. We met through a friend, a "sister" to use ecclesial lingo. That sister was Bethany Lutheran Church, the congregation at which I interned from May-August of 2010. Bethany and I both knew our relationship would be a summer fling from the start. It was really rather kind that she would think of setting me up with another congregation at all. I remember hearing about St. Stephen shortly after I started with Bethany, but I had no interest - Liberty (where St. Stephen was located) was an hour's drive from Overland Park, and I wasn't really looking for a long-distance relationship. By the end of the summer, though, I was a little desperate, and suddenly the distance didn't seem so bad. St. Stephen sent out an e-mail advertising that they were interested in starting a relationship with a youth director. I responded. There was some initial contact and then I waited for 4-6 weeks, wondering if the church was going to "make a move."

It did. And we had our first interview. The interview went well. I generally liked the people I spoke with, and even though I'd gotten lost on my way there and was hot and sweaty from a summer car ride without air conditioning, St. Stephen didn't seem to mind. I felt a sense of comfort and familiarity. I liked St. Stephen. It would be okay if things didn't work out, but in the back of my mind I think I was hoping for a second date...er, interview. Two days later I received a call, but it wasn't from St. Stephen.

It was from Xenometrics, the company I'd been interviewing with earlier in the month. I felt like a bit a of a player entertaining two job offers at the same time, but what was I to do? Xenometrics had approached me long before St. Stephen, and after 2-3 months of job-hunting I was flattered to be pursued. They offered me a cube, good base pay, and the chance to use my editing skills in a professional setting. St. Stephen wasn't ready to commit, and wouldn't even be getting back to me for another several weeks. Xenometrics had taken me home, introduced me to the family, and offered me a position.

I complied. I was tired of uncertainty and thought I ought to take a definite offer rather than waiting for what might be. A month later St. Stephen asked me to return, this time on a Sunday morning. I attended both worship services (traditional and contemporary). The first reminded me of my liturgical childhood and visits to my grandparents' church; the second of my elementary years of singing "Shout to the Lord" and "Change My Heart O God." It felt familiar and friendly. I liked St. Stephen's community. They were kind and welcoming, a family I might want to be a part of, or at least have dinner with. After the services I was taken out to lunch and interviewed on a more personal level. I did my best to be myself, to give a fair representation of who I was and why I was interested in possibly taking this position. If St. Stephen didn't think we were a good match, that was fine, I just wanted them to know what they were in for.

Two weeks later I was on my way to Shawnee Mission Park when I received a phone call from St. Stephen. I was suddenly acutely aware of the beating of my heart and my throat involuntarily began to close. "We wanted to let you know that the committee has made their decision." Silent pause. I braced myself. "And we'd like to ask you to serve as the youth director at St. Stephen." I was shocked. I don't even remember what my words were, but I'm sure I mentioned that I was flattered, and that I needed some time to think about it. St. Stephen may or many not have been surprised by this, but the fact of the matter was that I had already taken a job and I was pretty happy with it. I didn't want to leave a good thing unless I was moderately sure about it. They gave me a week.

I thought and fought and just wasn't sure what to do about it. Xenometrics seemed safe. There was little chance of getting overly attached. I could leave at any time and pursue my greater dreams of teaching and traveling. There were not commitments, no contract. No one would get hurt in the process. St. Stephen, on the other hand, would require investing more than time. Church relationships tend to happen at a heart-level. St. Stephen, I believed, was looking for something long-term and committed. I wasn't. But everyone I talked to told me this might be a good idea, that maybe I needed a little stability in my life and committing to a position that might last more than four months would be good for me.

Not wanting to be dishonest, I expressed my concerns to the pastor. We talked through the possibility that I might leave within a year's time, and he assured me that as long as we made progress between the time I started and the time I left that my work there would be good, that the relationship would be worthwhile for me and for the congregation. I decided to accept advice, and followed the small urging of my heart to enter into a relationship with St. Stephen. Three days later Xenometrics broke up with me, never really explaining why, merely stating that "it's not you, it's me....I'm going in a different direction. You're too good for me." I cried, made some Indian food, bought a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream, rented a movie and got over it. Within less than a month I printed business cards that read "Amanda Kuehn, Youth Director, St. Stephen Lutheran Church, Liberty, MO."

The Office

This poster was on the wall when I moved in.
It now lives on the door that separates my office
from the church office. Typically that door is
open and the timeline of the Reformation disappears.
Each time I shut the door to reveal the poster I
feel a little like I should be in school again.

I moved into my office at St. Stephen sometime around November. Early in January I was told that my walls needed to be repainted and that I could pick any color of paint my little heart desired. For someone who is notoriously terrible at making decisions I quickly, but thoughtfully, settled on Three Olive Martini Green (yes, I am a sucker for creative names). Shortly after my room was finished I rearranged the furniture and "officially" moved myself in. At the time I was very excited about my new space. I was also much better about blogging. I took pictures from every angle with the best of intentions to include them in a witty blog post detailing the odd and interesting atmosphere in which I work.
Almost a year later, I'm just now getting around to posting them. Aside from a few piles of paperwork, 8 photo collages of my kids and a new collection of confirmation files and folders my office hasn't changed a whole lot. So here's a peak into the four walls that surround me four days out of the week.

This is my "working" face. Behind me is my bookshelf.
My favorite shelf is the one that houses the Nooma DVDs
that I bought as soon as I learned I had a budget to spend.

I spend a LOT of time on my laptop. When I started I had a desktop, with a pretty nice screen and a good set of speakers. Then Pastor Joe got a new laptop and I got his old one. Initially I really liked my hand-me-down technology. I also liked being able to take work home with me. I've since changed my mind. I've also upgraded my own personal laptop. Consequently, I try to leave the work laptop at the church as often as possible.
I confess that I, a poor, miserable sinner, had mixed feelings about working in an LCMS congregation. Having spent my childhood and teenage years in Lutheran schools and churches I consider myself to have a pretty good understanding of the history and beliefs of the synod. I'm pretty sure that factored rather heavily into the hiring committee's decision to offer me the job in the first place. However, in the years following high school graduation, I didn't exactly embrace my Lutheran heritage. At the time that I interviewed with St. Stephen I was attending an church that was born out of the emerging church movement less than a decade ago. We use words like "posture" and "co-journey" and advocate for social justice and the blessing of sharing presence in community. I worshipped alongside vegans and artists and hipsters and charity workers who live in community houses (I still do, actually, I just keep that on the DL when I'm with the Lutherans). Anyway, in the time that I've been back, I think I've adjusted well. It turns out that reading the catechism is a lot like riding a bike or returning to a foreign language - it all comes back to you.

My personal catechism (which I may or may not
still own) is blue. The "new" addition is burgundy.
I can still rattle off the explanation to almost all of
the 6 chief parts. My grandparents would be so proud.

I keep my Christmas lights up all year round.
I found them at a thrift store down the street.
Best purchase ever.

The chair that was in my office when I moved in was treacherous. Each time I sat down I feared falling backward, never to make it back up. I commented on this and the next morning I found the chair pictured below. It is excellent, and probably nicer than any chair that I will own any time soon. In conjunction with the fleece blankets I found at Big Lots, it's no wonder I spend so much of my day sitting. When I had my office painted I also acquired a new desk and two blue sitting chairs. The furniture came from an congregation member whose office was relocating or redecorating and getting rid of their old furniture. My old desk was pale teal and made of metal. I favor this one. We put it next to the window so that I could watch the woodpecker who lives outside the youth trailer. Once a saw three of the eight deer that live in the woods just beside us.

Yes, this is my library. Some of these books I swore I would
never look at, much less use, again. Some of them are there
for show (or because no one wanted them on ebay). Others
(like Henri Nouwen) I actually value. I've used something like
three in the year that I've been there. Lack of priorities I think.

I drink tea, lots of tea, at work. One of the first things I acquired
for myself in terms of "office supplies" was a hot pot, a tea mug,
and a sampler of Twinings teas. I thought I would have people
frequently in my office sharing cups of tea or hot chocolate with
me, but as it turns out I just end up drinking alone, all the time.

The door in my office is cold and white and made of something that is definitely not wood. When I moved in I had these great hopes of decorating in a nature-inspired sort of hipster-trendy fashion. Like this. But what I ended up with, after a great many hours of work, is what you see on the left. I found a picture of some vines online. I copy-pasted it into a word document and printed it off, along with my name in whatever font that happens to be. Then I traced it onto a transparency and projected it onto a large sheet of green butcher paper (which I borrowed from the preschool supply closet). In the middle of my project the light burned out on the overhead (yes, overhead) projector. So we got a new one, and I finished tracing. Then I went over everything with a Sharpe. Then I cut it just enough to fit through the laminator (bottom right-hand corner of the photo). After laminating I cut it out again, each and every curve of it. It is now taped to my door, where it will stay until I leave St. Stephen. I will probably take it with me.

Just outside the door of my office is a bulletin board. A week after I started someone asked me if I would mind "taking charge" of the board. The teacher and amateur crafter within me were delighted. A few days later I tore down the sad looking construction paper pumpkins and laminated paper-bag hay bails in order to create the "Meet Amanda" board. What I intended to be a way to make myself more accessible and familiar to the congregation turned into a shrine to myself. It stayed up for a good two months before I decided to put up the January calendar.

There was also a "Meet You" section that invited the kids or congregation members to share a little about themselves. Mostly I learned how many dogs and cats they had, but it was a start to getting to know my kids. In the past year that has probably been my favorite part of this position. People make a lot of things worthwhile that you otherwise wouldn't dream of doing - like color-coding and sorting quizzes on the third article of the Apostles Creed or reading through five different children's programs in an attempt to find one that you can actually pull off.

It's a start

Today I opened a blogger.com window on my Chrome browser. I looked at the three blogs I regularly follow and saw that I was caught up on two of them and so far behind on the third that it didn't warrant my current attention.

Then I looked at my sad little blog that hasn't been updated since June and that I haven't really written original content for since many months back. I thought of this great conversation I had with my friend Eric back in February or March and the way that I was going to blog about a new revelation I had. Then I got sad and made some tea.
(Pause for tea)

And then I thought about my running habits and the fact that I've worked my way back up to running 3-4 times a week and going to the gym on top of it. (Pats self on back). Sometimes I do make good choices. I actually like exercising, the way I actually like writing or blogging. I like the progress I make and the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction I feel when I'm done. In both cases, though, it's easy slip out of habit, and once you do it can be difficult to slip back in. Slipping in is what happens when you've lost 10 pounds and your high school jeans magically fit again. The opposite of that isn't really a slipping at all. Getting back into the habit of exercise is more like arduously attempting to zip up a pair of shrunken skinny jeans - painful to the point of seeming pointless.

So it is with returning to this blog.

And so today, I took my first step: I opened a "new post" and started writing. And like most writers who don't know what to say or suffer from writer's block, I began writing about the difficulty I have writing. But fear not, I will return with actual substantial content in the future. And with that I will leave you, my imaginary audience. Maybe tomorrow I'll have the courage to continue.