Rough Stone Rolling

My title is somewhat random but mostly a weak and vain effort to rate high on google searches. If you have landed here hoping to find new insight into the book whose title I have stolen for this post, sorry--but take solace in knowing that I own the book and enjoyed reading it very much.

My sole purpose for writing today is to speculate why I received a call from a member of my church ward's bishopric yesterday. They usually only call for one reason: to strip you of your current church assignment (I teach sunday school 40 minutes every week to a group of high school juniors and seniors) and give you another duty (or possibly ask you to take on another assignment at the same time). I've only been teaching this class for about 14 months, and I enjoy it very much. I'd love to continue in this responsibility for another five years or more, as it would help me develop my weak teaching skills. But it appears that I am just a rough stone that will continue rolling from one church calling to the next without really having the chance to smooth over my rough edges (I've never held a calling for more than 18 months, if you don't count my time as a missionary).

If you have any predictions about what the new calling may be, humor me with your prophetic insights by adding a comment, because I surely don't have a clue what it might be.

I'll provide an update after my meeting with said bishopric member tonight--I'll post my reaction below, so stay tuned if you are reading this before I report back . . .

Update
Uggh: I wasn't expecting this at all, and I was very disappointed: Pack Committee Chairman for the three wards that meet in our building.

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