Parish council is so fun

Parish council is so fun

I a member of my parish’s pastoral council. My elected three-year turn was up last spring, but my pastor used one of his pastor’s appointments to re-select me (thanks Father!) and so I get another three-year term. They can be dull affairs with lots of talking and not a whole lot of accomplishment. But they’re not dull anymore, not if Thursday’s meeting was any indication. No, now I have to deal with outright heresy from other members.

Let me start at the beginning. A couple of years ago we decided to end elections for the council because they had become popularity contests, with the same people winning all the time and no new blood. We switched to a Biblical system—pulling nominees names out of a hat. Okay, so we pray for guidance before we do it, but that’s essentially what it is. It sure has resulted in some interesting selections.

There’s one fellow on the council now who is a real Voice of the Faithful type (I know, I’m mentioning them again, but I can’t help it. I can’t get away from them.) Anyway, he has some real strange ideas about the Faith.