I have a confession to make. I believe in possibility… deeply, wholeheartedly… right up until something inconvenient happens.
Then suddenly, I’m not a possibilitarian anymore—I’m a realist.
You know, the kind that says, “Let’s just be practical,” which is often code for, “I don’t feel like growing right now.”
This last Sunday, Rev. Karin asked us to take a sticker representing one of two seasons we were in: Ready to be stirred or wanting to be soothed. As we went through the process I couldn’t help thinking, is there a middle ground option?
You know… something like,
“Open to being stirred… gently… with adequate notice.”
Or maybe,
“Comfortably soothed… but still spiritually impressive.”
Because if I’m honest, what I really want is controlled transformation.
Growth… but with boundaries.
Expansion… but nothing that messes with my schedule.
And that’s where my confession deepens.
Because possibility—real possibility—doesn’t ask for permission. It doesn’t check your calendar. It doesn’t wait until you feel emotionally resourced.
And it definitely doesn’t arrive wrapped in the form you would have chosen.
Possibility shows up like an uninvited guest…
and then has the audacity to rearrange the furniture.
Join me this Sunday as we delve into this idea of being a possibilitarian.
Rev. Jeff
