I'm Shawna and I'm trying to walk in the way of Jesus each day by grace.  I'm a wife, mom, pastor, writer, speaker and coffee addict.  I blog about faith, church, theology, parenthood and the beautiful mess of life enlivened by the Spirit.  I love watching God breathe new life into the holy words of Christian Scripture.  That's why I teach in a Bible study series called Breathe.  My B.A. in Philosophy and Theology is from Point Loma Nazarene University and my Master of Divinity from Nazarene Theological Seminary.

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  • Jul29Sat

    I Kissed Mentor Dating Goodbye

    Let hospitality take the anxiety out of mentoring July 29, 2017
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    Church, Faith, Women in Ministry

     Coffee Ministry MentorWhy does finding a mentor feel like dating? You look and look for someone who meets all the qualities you desire in role model. You weigh the pros and cons of a long distance relationship over Skype verses the classic coffee shop face-to-face. You wonder if they will be into it or just say "yes" to be nice. And what if they commit to this relationship and you find out they are convinced the world is ending in 2020 and storing up stock piles of spam in their basement?

    Then there is all the anxious build up before popping the question, “Will you be my mentor?”

    This question is often just as nerve-wracking for the potential mentor as it is for the mentee. Do you have time in your life for this kind of commitment? What are they expecting of you? How will this impact the other relationships in your life? What if they turn out to be a pot-smoking hipster who only wants to meet at a place that sells six-dollar cups of coffee served by a barista with a man bun?

    What if instead of thinking of a mentor relationship as an exclusive partnership to secure our desired life/career benefits, we sought to be part of a nurturing community in which we have as much to invest as we have to receive? When mentoring is an act of hospitality within the Christian community it takes the anxious expectations out of the equation and allows mentoring relationships to foster inclusion and discipleship.

    When asked about my mentors I often draw a blank.

    I have only ever popped the mentor question under academic coercion. An assignment in my first class in seminary required that I find a mentor and meet regularly. The early days of that relationship were awkward. I remember eating packed lunches in a quiet conference room, just me and Cindy, not knowing what to ask, feeling silly for taking up her time, trying really hard to be worth her investment.

    Even without formalized mentor relationships my life had no shortages of role models, friendships that gave me room to wrestle with questions and colleagues who are willing to share their favorite books and best practices.

    I was reminded of these incredible relationship at a gathering of 40,000 of my closest friends and family.

    June 2017 was the denominational gathering for the Church of the Nazarene, my tribe of holiness Christians. Nazarenes from all over the world descended on Indianapolis, filling up Steak and Shake and Starbucks and occupying every table of the food court. That crazy week reminded me that:

    Life is full of mentors and these relationships are best when they are inclusive and not exclusive.

    At an event like General Assembly there are too many opportunities to gather and meet up with wonderful people. Even the most extroverted among us find it a bit exhausting. Finding a small window in my schedules, I was able to join a coffee date with a few pastor friends whom I know I can call or text when I have hit a wall or need some guidance. I may have been the youngest member of this group but not by much. I wanted to drink in each word these colleagues I admire and look up to had to offer. But in the midst of conversation I recognized that when I had something to say, they leaned in too.

    We began catching up, sharing stories, and asking questions. Too much to say, too little time. My mom happened to stop by our corner table to say hello. She was recently ordained and still finding her voice and place as a servant leader in the church. “Pull up a chair!” was the natural response of the group. 

    One of the other pastors noticed a friend who would benefit from the conversation nearby and waved her over. We found another chair.

    Coffee with clergy women at Nazarene General Assembly

    The conversation got loud and funny and passionate at a few points. We were off in a corner but I’m sure we made enough of a ruckus to draw a bit of attention. At the end of the conversation one of us asked to get a picture. A young woman seated at the table next to us volunteered to be our photographer. In the process she shared that she was sorting through a call to ministry and confessed she had been listening into our conversation. We all agreed, she needed to be in the picture too.

    Because there is always room for one more, we can always find another chair. 

    Too often our lives and ministries are stressed by our attempts to implement all the best models. Mentoring is no exception. There are great models for mentoring out there. But for me, the richest mentoring relationships I have ever had have not been sought and sealed with a regular appointment on my calendar.

    There have been seasons that I needed regular prayer partners to push me and pray with me when I just couldn’t do it on my own. These were sacred times when I needed a confidant to be a non-anxious presence in the midst of my storm. But seasons come and seasons go. So do mentors and mentees. And that’s just fine.

    Cindy, the mentor I sought out in seminary, is now the Chaplain of Africa Nazarene University in Nairobi, Kenya. There’s an ocean between us so we don’t meet up for coffee often. We Skype once in a blue moon. But now we are colleagues and friends. There is no more awkwardness, no expectations of one another. Our time together is sweet and life-giving.

    Christian mentors are not career coaches; they are hosts, creating space for others to come and see what life with Jesus looks like, inviting others into a shared space of welcome and intimate fellowship.

    Mentees, conversely, are not trainees but guests, entering the lives of their mentors with gratitude and anticipation and hopefully bringing a dish to share.

    I am grateful that academic coercion introduced me to my friend, Cindy. I love hearing that churches, districts and regions are implementing mentoring programs and pairing up new Christians with seasoned Christians, connecting young clergy with more experienced clergy. These programs are fantastic! They might just coerce a relationship that saves a life or a ministry.

    But if we don’t cultivate lively communities filled with ruckus table talk and more than enough chairs to invite one more to join the fun, even the best mentor models will become stale. You might even just become the couple sitting across the table from one another blowing on their soup with nothing to say.

    I used to feel a tremendous amount of guilt that I couldn’t mentor all the wonderful students I get to serve. I was sure I couldn’t be all they wanted me to be. The more anxious mentoring made me, the worse I was at it, the more people I turned away or just avoided altogether.

    The best that mentoring has to give must be shared both ways and passed all around the table.

    I am learning to see my students as future friends and colleagues in ministry, people who I may grab coffee with in Indianapolis someday as I lean in and listen to what God is doing in their life. When I think of it that way – even if I may not have room on my calendar for a weekly meeting – I can always find one more chair at my table.


    On Monday, April 30, 2018, Melissa said:

    I just came across this article on the Women Leaders website. I too have struggled to find a mentor. For 2.5 years I have been praying that the Lord would place me with a mentor, but your article made me realize that I need to be more proactive at finding those spaces. My biggest struggle is fear of rejection. Like what Stephanie said in her comment, I want to be both a gracious guest and a gracious host. I also recognize that we go through seasons as well. I came from a very tight community where this open table concept seemed easy, but now I’m in ministry in a rural town where opportunities seem limited. I appreciated your approach though and am going to try to be more aware of these opportunities.We have our District Assembly coming up, so a perfect time to try!


    On Thursday, September 21, 2017, Samuel said:

    Wonderful article, especially helpful to me as I have felt led recently to find more ministry mentors/colleagues to meet with, learn from. The Young Clergy meet-ups being organized seem to me to provide the kind of inclusive relationships you describe here. As a follow-up to this article, how would you differentiate mentoring relationships from the kind of accountability relationships we are also encouraged to seek out as ministers? Is there a difference in how these function for females and males?


    On Monday, July 31, 2017, Shawna Songer Gaines said:

    Stephanie, your comment is worth a post all it's own. The classic model of mentoring always felt to me like it established a kind of "boys club." Perhaps that is why I gravitate more toward these organic relationships and communities. May you find a wealth of brothers and sisters to pour into your life!!


    On Monday, July 31, 2017, Stephanie said:

    This was so so helpful to me, Shawna. I've been trying to navigate these very waters recently with limited success, but not sure why. I've been discouraged because some of my male colleagues have had incredible mentoring opportunities literally thrown in their laps and I have been intentionally (and explicitly) excluded from participating and told to "find a mentor." I've been trying, but like I said, limited success. This open table model is helpful. I want to be both a gracious guest at the table of a wise preacher/pastor but also a gracious host for those coming after me.


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