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From Larry Vaughan's blog

This short essay is a perfect example of why I love Larry Vaughan's writing. Keep reading because you are in for a BIG surprise. This piece is not about what you think it's about.
...............Real Live Preacher




DWM, 44, loves reading, writing, and taking long walks in the rain. I enjoy deep conversation and music that matters. I’m tired of the head games, so if you’re into that sort of thing, just keep walking. I’ve been burned before so I’m a little gun-shy. I’m interested in a long-term relationship but I want to go slow. Let’s be friends first and see where that takes us. One of my pet peeves is people that try to hide their flaws. I’ve got no patience for pretenders. Don’t hide it or dress it up. Just let it breathe.

I’m not a fan of the Class System. Arrogance annoys me. If you think you’re better than others, please don’t reply. If you do something nice for someone and don’t tell anybody, you’re on the right track.

I prefer picnics to palaces. Bikes to BMWs. Inner strength and quiet confidence turn me on.

Politically I’m a little complicated. Al Sharpton and James Dobson both piss me off. I’m part capitalist, part socialist.

So who would I consider to be my ideal match?

I’m looking for inventive thought with deep roots. Someone who doesn’t take themselves too seriously. But someone who is serious about things that matter.

You should know why you believe what you believe. And above all things, your passion should be dripping out of your pores. Apathy is not sexy.

Are you a risk taker? Now that’s sexy! I’m not talking about skydiving. I’m talking about being extravagant with your emotions and your heart.

So tell me a little about yourself. What kind of church are you? Why do you exist? Do you even know? I know you meet together weekly. But why? Are you there to assuage each other’s guilt? Maybe compare outfits? Garner political favor? Maybe it is just habit?

I’ve been in relationships with churches before. Deep, serious relationships. Most have ended badly (my fault). I’m not looking to rekindle old flames. I’m also not looking for mega-anything, opulence, bigotry, snakes, oil, or brand loyalty.

But I have been thinking about getting “out there” again. You know, back in the saddle. Not like I was before. Before, people paid me to love them. A Gigolo for Jesus. Never again. But I do miss belonging. Being in a relationship. With believers. On some organizational scale.

This is how some single people find dates, isn’t it? Well, I’m ecumenically single. Congregationally celibate. Looking for a little pew love.

One more thing: Sometimes when I pray I use bad words. Sometimes. I hope that doesn’t turn you off.

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Gordon Atkinson's picture

Larry, this was wonderful

Larry, this was wonderful stuff. At first I was touched by what I thought was you describing your longing for a relationship with a woman. Then the church thing caught me totally off guard. Then all of it took on a new meaning. Loved it.

John Hamilton's picture

I'm a former "gigolo for

I'm a former "gigolo for Jesus," too. Your characterization is stinging. I hope my motivation was never that I was never paid to love people. I know they paid me to do the grunt work of the kingdom for them. That was ok with me, as long as here and there I found a gleam in somebody's eye that wasn't there before, an "aha!" tell tale mark of spiritual discovery. Your remark makes me wonder if I really did love those god-forsaken, four-letter-word evoking folks. I'm afraid too much of the time I didn't. At least not the ones who needed love most. I guess that's what Jesus called me to do, whatever they paid me for. Then, with a few exceptions, outwardly I'd have to say I failed in the organizational ministry. OK by me, as long as Jesus doesn't size me up the same. I won't say thanks for the stinging honesty, but thank you for the stinging honesty, if you understand me.

Larry Vaughan's picture

Former Gigolo, I'm sorry if

Former Gigolo,
I'm sorry if the characterization stung. It was self-directed, really. My experience was limited to one denomination and a couple of states, but the "we better go see Mrs. Smith's third cousin who just had a splinter removed because she's just bought the organ" conversations make me sick to my stomach. I've had a lot of those conversations. So it wasn't so much about my getting paid to love them as it was some people displaying a hired hand mentality. It was suggested to me one year that I get a raise that correlated with the number of baptisms I performed that year. Why not just put me on a brass pole and stuff dollar bills in my g-string? By the way, I don't own a g-string.

I love your characterization of the "aha" moment. That's what I lived for too. I found it again outside of the church. It's messier where I am now, but the roles are more defined.

One more thing: something tells me that Jesus will smile when he "sizes" you up.

Gordon Atkinson's picture

Well I am currently a gigolo

Well I am currently a gigolo for Jesus. I only make about half a salary and have to work elsewhere. What does that make me? A cheap and tawdry gigolo? Let's face it. When you get paid to love, there ain't no making it sound good.

Larry Vaughan's picture

Gordon, Not cheap and tawdry.

Gordon,
Not cheap and tawdry. Rather very, very smart. My guess is that your elsewhere work allows you the freedom to minister the way you feel God wants you to. I'm betting that you treat visitors who pass on the offering with as much grace as you do the charter members. But that's just a guess...

John Hamilton's picture

Larry, I agree with you that

Larry, I agree with you that tentmaking allows Gordon and others to minister as God wants them to. It certainly simplifies things when you have to choose between being the truth and feeding your family. As for apologies, I don't think you need to make any. It just struck me as I read your piece how hard it was for me to love people who (often like me) aren't very lovable. As for "hired hand" mentality, the corker for me was the cussed old fellow who liked to tell me about how the deacons fired the preacher for selling a cow on Sunday. I guess it comes with the territory.

I can't get to Larry's blog

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Why can't I access your

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