
We have spent three weeks naming things. We have named the difference between a mission parish and a territorial parish. We have named the danger of activity without direction. We have named the contrasting questions that maintenance and mission ask about ministry, generosity, and the role of the people.
There is a particular kind of busy that feels like purpose but is not. You have seen it. A full calendar. Multiple committees. Events stacked upon events. The appearance of momentum. And yet, somehow, no one could tell you clearly where all of this activity is heading or what it is building toward.
There is a question that every parish must eventually answer, not in a mission statement or a bulletin insert, but in the actual shape of its common life: Why do we exist?