WHOOPS — That’s “D.Min.” NOT “Demon”
Falling squarely within the “let’s tighten up that wording next time, Tara, so that you communicate in such a way that you CANNOT BE MISUNDERSTOOD” category …
Today a woman (so gently and graciously) asked me to clarify what I meant when I said:
“My pastor is a demon.”
OK. Seriously. I’ve been asked a LOT of questions over the years at women’s events and I have to say, to a certain extent, I’ve kind of felt like I’ve heard them all. At least in a big-brushstroke-kind-of-way.
But this? (Oh! She was SO sweet and SO kind.) “It’s just not clear to me, dear, what you meant by saying that your pastor is a demon.”
(!!)
Me neither.
So I stood there at my booktable, mind swirling, trying to come up with some sort of a semblance of a rational response. And then it hit me:
“My pastor is a D.Min. from Westminster Seminary” COULD sound a lot like “My pastor is a demon from Westminster Seminary.” You know. If your speaker was going TOO FAST and was INARTICULATE. Ahem.
So there you have it. No, my pastor is not a demon. And I will (hopefully) REPHRASE in the future.
Still shaking my head and smiling,
Tara B.