My good friend Aaron Wardle pointed something out to me the other day that I thought was very insightful. As a Pastor, I find myself in a variety of settings where I am both an honored guest and the creepy guy at the same time. Take a wedding for example. Everyone before the wedding is thanking me for being there, they say lines like, "I am so honored to meet you." Or, "It is such an honor to have you apart of this blessed day." You know, junk like that.
And then it happens, 10 minutes after the ceremony, right about the time the open bar starts at the reception, the people who were so blessed to have my presence have now sat me at the table for weird Uncles, the painfully introverted boyfriend of the photographer and the awkward kids whose parents don't want them at their table creating weirdness.
And the stares at the reception are the worst, stares that only a pastor understands, the stares that say, "Why is he here?" or "What's that creepy guy doing here?"
Which is usually my cue to have the marriage license signed and hit the door, so the Pastor doesn't ruin the reception with his presence casting guilt on the reckless fun about to take place.
I hate weddings, I hate being the honored creepy guy. I hate those stares.
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