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- Ron Edmondson
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One thing middle age has done for me is make me more aware of who I really am and how I respond to life. I can wish I was wired differently, but I am who I am. I can somewhat adapt my personality to my environment, and I try not to use my personality as an excuse for bad behavior, but I am coming to terms with how God made me.
He made me an introvert. In recent years, I have come to terms with how the public side of me behaves in an extremely extroverted world. On Sundays, because I know and love our people and have a Kingdom mindset, I’m the extroverted pastor—often the most extroverted person in the building. But, as my Myers Briggs indicates, I’m actually a preferred introvert. (BTW, it amazes me how many pastors I know who are Introverts.) To most extroverts, entering a crowded room of unknown people is not an awkward setting, but to someone wired like me, entering that same room, when not purposefully “working,” forces me into my introverted shell. Here’s how I tend to respond when I enter a room full of people I don’t know:- I find something to occupy my time. I may play with my phone, doodle on paper, read a book on my Kindle app.
- I pretend I don’t see people—often I don’t, but I’m likely to pretend just in case.
- I hide in the lobby until the last possible moment.
- I find someone I do know and latch on to them.
- I secretly hope some likable extrovert will approach me and break the ice. (Really, it’s not that I don’t want to talk, it’s just starting the conversation that’s often difficult.)