Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
— “Carry On Wayward Son” by Kansas
Those lyrics, I think, describe my last two and a half years in vocational church ministry. I was so focused on where I believed the Holy Spirit was leading us that I was blind to certain realities immediately around me. My lead pastor frequently cautioned me that in leadership it’s important not to get so far in advance of the troops that you are mistaken for the enemy. To continue with the military analogy (and I’m probably going to butcher it), I’m realizing that I am much more suited to the role of scout or recon than regimental soldier.