Faith Works 5-4-13

Faith Works  5-4-13

Jeff Gill

 

Pastoral care and electronic relationships

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It's all quite fashionable to bemoan the rise of the machines, the SkyNet of 24/7 electronic devices now supposedly controlling our frontal cortexes and cerebellums.

 

I, for one, welcome our new digital overlords. (That's a "Simpsons" joke, gang.)

 

Seriously, I have to tell you that while I knew that widespread use of e-mail would be a game-changer for ministry and pastoral care, and I didn't mind setting aside my beeper (someone explain to the young'uns what a beeper was), I had no idea in my head that by 2013 we'd be using technology in the life of a pastor the way we are now.

 

24/7 access can be a burden, no doubt, but for clergy at least as long as I've been alive, there's been an assumption of 24/7 access: when crisis strikes, when ambulances are called, when the funeral home is involved. Just as the doctor and EMT and mortician came when called, so did the pastor.

 

But in the absence of cell phones and wifi, that often meant your presence was needed long before you got there; you had to get to where the message waited for you before you knew where you had to go next. And those locations were the church office, and at home, making for a ministerial day that was a bit of a daisy, with petals of pilgrimage out, and back, away, and home, off you go, then late you'd return to the house . . . and possibly learn you needed to go back to the same building you just left.

 

My average day "in the saddle" mapped out (another thing you can do easily online!) now looks more meandering, but with much less retracing, than it used to. I've got a cell phone, and I get more texts on it that voice mail messages. The administrative manager at the church I serve can ping me with updates as to who went home, who just got transported to Columbus, and who is on their way to the ER. I can skip one hospital call, head to OSU Medical Center, and stop at LMH on the way home. Not long ago, that could have meant three out-and-back runs, one of which would have been to an empty bed.

 

The new devices also mean that there are places where I can't call or text because of no signal . . . but I have wifi access, so out comes the tablet, and on social media messaging I'm conversing in near-real time with the church office. I've stood outside a hospital cubicle while asked to "step out briefly" and finished editing a church newsletter before the doctor says "you can come back in now."

 

Downtime is what it has long been for clergy, a matter of personal discipline and persistent, loving reminders that you are trying to set aside one day a week when folks need to not expect to get ahold of you. That wasn't easy in 1983, and it can still be a challenge in 2013. Your definition of emergency (bleeding, dying) may not be the same as some parishoners' (editing, wondering), but it's a little easier, IMHO, to sift those requests to speak to you on that Sabbath set-aside when you are getting the question by e-mail or text message.

 

Much to my surprise, coming up on one year back in full-time ministry, my answering machine is quiet. For many years, the confrontation with the one-eyed red blinking monster was the last battle of the day. You'd come home after a long haul, pull off your shoes, brace yourself, push that cursed button, and learn Aunt Hattie went to the ER five hours ago. So you'd put the shoes on, and head over. And after a warm and meaningful time with Hattie and her kin at the bedside, and a prayer for the night's rest, you'd head home . . . and the red light would be on again, and out you'd go a second time at 9:30 pm.

 

That doesn't happen anymore. I'm thankful for that, and so is the Lovely Wife. I may have more e-mails to answer, and have to sort out which message pop-up box I'm responding to next on my laptop at home, but the trade-offs so far have been a blessing.

 

Jeff Gill is a writer, storyteller, and pastor in Licking County; tell him how you like to stay in touch with work & faith at knapsack77@gmail.com or @Knapsack on Twitter.

Knapsack 5-2-13

Notes from my Knapsack 5-2-13

Jeff Gill

 

Beyond the screen in the big wide open

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Turning off your screens can be an admirable decision.

 

The balance needed to keep them on, candidly, keeps me thinking about this subject. I have nothing but admiration for Julia Walden at the Granville Public Library and Lesa Miller at the Granville Rec Commission for their intentions, but I also remember how many of us are doing much or all of our work these days on the aforementioned screeny-things.

 

So when a few commentators enjoy the angst over hints of academic studies that repeated or prolonged (or both kinds) of exposure to screen glow and twitchy images can cause ADHD or impetigo or a third arm to grow from our foreheads, I lean back just a little.

 

In general terms, I think a) a Turn Off Your Screens week once a year is an excellent idea, but also that b) there should be moments in every day when we ask ourselves as our forebearers did during World War II, "Is this Log-on necessary?"

 

(Or "When you surf the internet unnecessarily, you surf with Hitler.")

 

Seriously, the whole "Is this trip necessary?" campaign during wartime fuel & rubber rationing became a community wide cause, with stickers and posters and newspaper filler blocks, so that the question was all around you: "Is this trip necessary?"

 

It wasn't just about economics or personal connections, because there was a black market on fuel coupons and a little counterfeiting of the chits, but basically everyone realized there was only so much gasoline around, and if you used it for a pleasure trip to Sausalito or West Jefferson, you were potentially taking fuel away from one of Patton's tanks (and Patton wouldn't like that, but Hitler would, hence . . .).

 

Now we think we're back to cheap unlimited energy, and yes, even at three bucks plus a gallon, we've got cheap energy. And with coal and now gas-fired power plants, we don't think a minute about leaving our screens running for hours. The cost, as far as we know, between wear on the device turning it on and off versus the energy cost to run it means it seems like a good idea.

 

Slowly, we're starting to hear, and think, about the energy costs of charger plugs left in the wall between uses, and to see the value of an Energy Star rating. But the fact of the matter is that if we had to lay down a $5 every time we logged onto our computer, or juiced up an internet enabled device, we'd probably do it less. That's basic economics, where price and psychology meet.

 

It may be, however, that there is almost that sort of expense incurred in our screen time, and the cost, that $5, is being deferred to future generations, who will wish they had the energy sources we used up, or have to clean up the environment from the impact we made, or live in an ecosystem powerfully affected by our choices now.

 

There are many reasons to go out and take a walk, and shut down and cool off our neurons with some nature therapy. This week, and for many weeks to come.

 

Jeff Gill is a writer, storyteller, and pastor in Licking County; he's burned his share of carbon-releasing energy into the environment. Tell him how you ease up on usage, ironically, at knapsack77@gmail.com or @Knapsack on Twitter.