Some 2,129 people live in Hayward, Wisconsin. At least that's what the little green sign says coming into town, though it hasn't changed since the 2000 census. Our small Northwoods community isn't on the way to anywhere. It's a destination point. Locals say it's not the end of the earth, but if it weren't for the trees, you could see it from here!
Soon after arriving from southern California 20 years ago, I discovered that small town ministry includes some unique challenges.
I stepped into the men's room shortly before my first prayer meeting and discovered a drowned bat in the toilet. Alarmed, I ran out, grabbed a trustee, and brought him back into the restroom with me.
"What's that rodent doing in the toilet?" I asked.
"Looks like the 'dead-bat float' to me," he replied.
"Well, what are we going to DO about it?"
"No problem," he said, and simply flushed the little critter-—a burial at sea.
As we walked out together, he rolled his eyes, muttering something about "city slickers" while I shook my head in the dawning realization, "Toto, we're not in California any more."
For the first two years, our family felt like visitors on display. Somehow, even though we didn't know them, everyone seemed to know everything about us. They noticed and commented on what we did, where we went, what we drove, what we bought, and who we visited.
At first, I chafed under such scrutiny, but got used to it after a while. In a small town, everybody is connected to everyone else in some way or another. Such relational dynamics can pose significant ministry hurdles. For instance, you have to be careful what you say about anybody, because you can inadvertently be insulting a relative.
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