Emilio stood in the shower trying to think.
Sometimes it seemed that it was the only place he was able to think. It was probably the only place he unplugged.
He was struggling with understanding what, exactly, he does.
Emilio is an associate pastor. He has been described as a social media pastor by both Chris Brogan and Jon Swanson. He has, however struggled with that label. In his local congregation, he is a pastor that uses social media. It’s a face-to-face congregation, different from the online church where Tony Steward is a pastor. Not that one is more community than the other, they are just different setting, different communication tools.
At the same time, Emilio has number of friends in the social media world, people who aren’t connected at all to his local congregation. They interact often. He writes a daily devotional. He often has people say, “can you pray for me?” He chats about coffee and about life on twitter and elsewhere.
He often has felt a tension about the two worlds. In one, he is clearly a pastor, caring for a flock, connecting them to each other and to God. In the other, there is no clear each other. They don’t gather in the same place at the same time–physical or virtual.
And he struggles with what to call his social media presence. Reading about branding, reading about marketing, reading about expanding influence, all of it sounds fun and compelling and important. Except that it felt somehow uncomfortable. For him.
He shook his head and wiped his face. It was time to quit the struggle. He had to just do what he does, regardless of what it’s called and whether it fits with any categories.
And then it hit him. “I’m a chaplain. I’m a social media chaplain.”
Everyone knows about chaplains. They carry bedpans and assist with surgeries on MASH, but no one mistakes them for competent. Until the mortar rounds explodes and people wonder about surviving. Then Father Mulcahy has some interesting conversations.
Chaplains stand on the sidelines at football games. People look at them, wondering why anyone that unathletic, that uninvolved is wasting valuable bench space. Until there is an injury and a player is abandoned on the sideline, and there is a guy holding an icepack and a guy listening.
Chaplains show up in hospitals and listen to stories. They are the one in the room that isn’t family, that isn’t medical, that isn’t healthcare. They are just there.
Present, listening, available, comforting. That’s a chaplain. Doing it in social media circles, that’s a social media chaplain.
He turned off the water, grabbed his towel, looked at the counter. His coffee cup sat there, the second of the morning.
“And chaplains get to drink lots of coffee. It’s perfect.”