I hear it all the time. I can’t blame people. It was my reason for hesitation as well, the one thing that almost stopped me from going.
No matter what field you work in, whatever it is you are gifted to do, it costs money to live. Few vocations require you to cast your vision to people and ask them to financially support you. Believe in what I’m doing? Great. Now will you pay me to go do it?
It is surely humbling and certainly intimidating. Visiting other churches, calling pastors and individuals, mentally running numbers constantly. It can seem a daunting task.
However, I am continually reminded that it is an incredible blessing to itinerate. Every time I feel awkward or intimidated, God gently reminds me that I am called to this and He goes before me. The life stories and experiences God is bringing together to build His Church are fascinating, amazing, and a lot of other adjectives I am too overwhelmed to try to think of.
And then I have days like Sunday where he reminds me not so gently, but that’s another story. (If you like sleepy Sunday mornings, don’t visit Cross Tabernacle in Terre Haute. Seriously.) You never know what to expect when visiting a church, but I will simply say that I left church on Sunday much more poured into than I ever could have poured out.
It is nothing less than an honor and a privilege to itinerate. It is an absolute hysterical blast to meet pastors and share a vision. Experiencing different church cultures is overwhelming; redemption is beautiful regardless of the venue in which it is shared.
I am so very lucky.