In the mid-naughties, it was fashionable to say that meetings of every type and stripe were a waste of time. But the concept of meetings endured, and most of us can attest that they are alive and well in most workplaces - and especially in churches.
Now, I’m quite fond of meetings, mainly because I’m good at them. I enjoy the cut and thrust of identifying an issue, and vaulting with the collective group to the new solution which we celebrate with a quiet self-satisfaction of cracking world peace in the time it takes for a cup of coffee to get cold.
But what if I’ve been actually doing it wrong all these years?
Pastor, do you suffer from 'chronic busyness'?
I have been wrestling with an uncomfortable question over the last few years - and it's one I've been running …