The receptionist–the one who greets the public–is in many ways your most important staffer.
She is the first person most people see when they walk in, the voice they talk with on the phone, and the only one a lot of outsiders will deal with from your church.
Pastor, she can make you or break you.
She can be a light to someone coming in from the dark, lift the spirits of a visitor who ran out of hope miles up the road, defrost the spirit of Jack Frost himself, and protect the beleaguered pastor who desperately needs an hour of study time without interruptions.
She can do all these things and more. But she can also run people off faster than Sunday’s tithing sermon or Wednesday night’s cold ham and peas.
Where does one find a receptionist sent from Heaven?
Answer: Heaven.
Ask God. He knows them all, has full resumes on each person on the planet, and runs the best placement service ever. Pray.
For some reason a long time ago, I began getting invited to speak to meetings of church administrative assistants, a catch-all phrase that encompasses secretaries, receptionists, bookkeepers, and practically anyone else on the office staff. I’ve been to Alabama’s Judson College more than once addressing that state’s church secretaries, done the same at Louisiana’s Tall Timbers Conference Center and Mississippi’s Garaywa Center. Best of all, for many years the National Association of Southern Baptist Secretaries (NASBS) invited me to attend (to address them, hold conferences, and sketch everyone) their bi-ennial gatherings, sometimes at one of our conference centers (Glorieta in New Mexico or Ridgecrest in North Carolina, at other times at Lifeway in Nashville and one year at the First Baptist Church of Dollywood. Oh, excuse me. Sevierville, Tennessee. (smiley face here!)
This is not to imply that I know a lot about their work, only that I spend a good deal of time with them and treasure the difference these ladies–they’re almost always women–make in the church’s ministry.