Broken Minister

When you experience hurt from those who serve beside you
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When I was twenty-three, I left the United States for a scary, exciting job as an international campus minister. I was all nerves with my year of seminary, husband of a year, and life packed into five large suitcases. It was an adventure into the unknown, following God’s call to places I’d only visited briefly. I’d speak a different language, learn new customs, and celebrate new government holidays—all in a bid to be a little-Christ to students at a university in Europe.

I returned at twenty-six, an older, wiser, and more broken woman. The years had not been easy or kind to me. My exterior circumstances in Europe had been easy. I was a campus minister on a cosmopolitan campus with students from 130 different countries. I had running water, plenty of delicious restaurants nearby, friends I liked, and a city I’d fallen in love with. But…

And this is a big but

I hadn’t been emotionally or spiritually supported during our ministry years. I’d been told I was a liar, that I wasn’t trustworthy, that I was needy and demanding, and that I was trouble. The word had been given to me as an identity marker. I wasn’t making trouble; I was the trouble. And for a woman already uncertain about my welcome and position in ministry, that was devastating. It became a toxic environment that sapped me to nothing. I lost weight. I grew gray hair overnight. I withdrew from friends. I developed an unhealthy relationship with chocolate and books.

In short, I showed some of the signs of an abusive relationship.

And it wasn’t the students. No, they were wonderful. It wasn’t my husband either. He was my lifeline. Unfortunately, it was a fellow team member. We’d been friends when we left, but in the years we were on the field, I began dreading seeing them. If I saw them on the street unexpectedly, I ducked into shops or restaurants or alleyways. By the last year, each day was a battle to go to the office. It was hard to pray with them or for them.

We had problems where apologies were never spoken, accusations flew, and mistakes were attributed to anyone but them. Problems continued despite our sending organization trying to help. They sent people to mediate between the team and this person, they prayed for us, and they tried to put new systems in place. Ultimately, it failed, and we made the painful decision to leave the team.

A piece of me died that day.

Yet I learned something during those years, something that shook me harder than the lies, the accusations, and the questions around my identity. I learned that sometimes even when you try to do the right thing, when you know you’re living out God’s call in your life, the people who should support and love you, sometimes those very same people will betray you.

Leaving the field deeply wounded the part of me that yearned to be a minister, to have a pastoral calling, and to love people. It also wounded my confidence that as a woman I could even be a pastor. At times, I was full of painful memories like glass shards. To this day, I sometimes stay up at night as those shards still prick and slice me.

Despite my wound, I wanted to finish seminary while my husband pursued engineering. He wanted nothing more to do with ministry. (Well, at least as a “professional” minister.) He was also broken, though his brokenness came from watching me being broken down and stomped on.

For a few months, we sat on the fringes until we took deep breaths and jumped back into life. I started classes, volunteered for our church, and made friends. But we didn’t talk about our experiences, and it’s taken me seven years to write this.

It took me years to accept that what happened wasn’t my fault. It was years before I could even think about rejoining a church in a professional capacity. And still more years before I could think of myself as something other than broken, something more than the different person who came home from Europe that December. I eventually began to appreciate that new woman and her new strengths; to know that despite the hell she had encountered, God was faithful in the small things and had never abandoned her.

And although it was hard, I learned a lot about leadership by being on the receiving end of insecurity, fear, anger, and lost trust. I learned what not to do with teams. I learned what characteristics I wanted to define me, both as a leader and as a follower. I committed to several things: I would support my team members; protect them; invest in them; and most of all, I would never believe their individual success was somehow harmful to mine. And slowly—slowly—I began to appreciate how my very female-ness could be an asset.

Ministry can be a battle. We fight ourselves, our temptations, our insecurities, and our world. It’s hard, and made harder by the fact there are no cease-fires or truces. And sometimes we’re hit by friendly fire. We can find ourselves lost, far from the original plan, stranded without resources, and terrified we’re doing the wrong thing. But there is hope.

When friendly fire comes

When betrayal comes from inside your circle, it can be all the more devastating for the intimacy that’s disrupted. If that’s something you’ve experienced, take heart ; you are not alone and you do not have to stay in that place. Here’s what I’ve learned through my own healing process:

  1. Take stock of what you know to be true. In the middle of my situation, it was hard to actually know what was true and what were lies. The scariest part was that I came very close to believing the lie that I was somehow to blame for everything. Indeed, it was even tempting to believe that I just wasn’t cut out for ministry—not because of who I was, but because I was a woman. Instead, ask yourself how much you are responsible for. How much of it is out of your control? Take time to think through the situation. Pray about it. It might be you’re responsible for 80%—or maybe less than 10%—but until you can own that percentage, it will feel overwhelming, and even more tempting to believe the lies.
  2. Do what it took me years to do—pray for the person who hurt you. It took me two years to be able to pray for them by name without cringing. Honestly, we left seven years ago and it still hurts. When you do pray, pray whatever you need to pray so that you start healing. We have a God who hears and knows every piece of us—our anger and rage, our quiet peace and joys. If your prayers are rage-filled, stay with them and stay with God—it’ll leak out. Sometimes the venom has to be drained first. Above all, our God is big enough, so trust God and keep praying.
  3. Talk about it. Pick people you trust to constructively talk about what you’re struggling with. At first, the need to talk could easily become ranting, but the more you persist in clinging to what you know and to praying, the easier it’ll be to discern what is useful and what is not. The one thing you don’t want to do is compound the problem with idle gossip. That can take an already bad situation and make it worse. And it’s tempting to do because it feels good in the moment, but it ultimately doesn’t help cauterize the wound. Constructive talking to a loved one or a counselor (someone outside the situation) can bring healing as they help you probe the truth and deconstruct the lies.
  4. If your wound came with an identity label like mine, spend time investing in your true identity—as a daughter of our God. They might have said you were lazy or unskilled or trouble or dense or a terrible person. Whatever they said, it’s more likely to be a reflection of what they’re struggling with than to have anything to do with you. In this process, you might need a spiritual director or a counselor to help you. (I’ve utilized both and both have incredible value.) Doing so is far from admitting weakness. It takes strength to recognize the limitations of how far we can walk alone and when we need the embrace of another’s arms.
  5. Extend grace to yourself. We women can be especially hard on ourselves with accepting grace. Sure, learn what you can, but be kind. Treat yourself like you would your best friend. Take time to digest what is needed, and then move on. You aren’t required to live in the past or shoulder those burdens forever. Even if the entire thing was avoidable at the time, it happened. Now your job is to learn how to live out your calling, even in pain and confusion. The weight of these last years has convinced me that giving grace to myself was the hardest step to take.

The shards of life

We know bad things can happen—the joys of the present can easily become the broken pieces of the future. We pick up shards of ourselves—our hopes, our dreams, our plans—and are left with bloody hands and confusion. Cleansing our soul can feel insurmountable, but it can be done. And it’s done with God’s help, lots of time, help from loved ones, understanding, grace, and lovingkindness towards ourselves.

We’re all fighting hard battles to be heard and loved. Each of us, from the person farthest from God to the people who serve and lead in myriad ways in the church—we’re all broken Imago Dei. It’s not if life will break us, it’s what we do with the inevitable brokenness that matters. Who will we turn to? We turn to God and God’s people for truth, and in that truth—healing.

Stefanie Coleman has a Master’s of Divinity from Emmanuel Christian Seminary. She has worked in various roles from youth ministry leader to international church planter to Christian college adjunct instructor to her current role as the Adult Ministry Director at Community Christian Church Lincoln Square. Having lived on three continents, she can now be found in coffee shops in Chicago.

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