This is not a “woe-is-poor-me” post, even though it might sound like it. I love…LOVE…my job. I LOVE the church I have been privileged to pastor for 20+ years. I don’t want to be, nor do I desire to be anywhere else. I have one daughter who lives with us (she wants to keep an eye on her aging parents); a soon-to-be-married daughter who lives in Ohio; and a 19 (soon to be 20) year old grandson who will begin his Sophomore year at Ohio State. I am TOTALLY happy living where I do and serving the Lord where He has placed me.
I just finished reading a book entitled The Ministry of Small Things by Reuben Bredenhof. He wrote about what I consider is my approach to ministry: do the small things. I once pined to be the pastor of a big church and the prestige that came with it. May I say one thing? WHAT A FOOL I WAS! Along with all the headaches that came from being a small town church pastor, I realized those issues would just be magnified. That is why this book so resonated with me. I like doing the small things. I like sending personal notes. At the first of this month, I sent out 135 personal handwritten notes to the families and friends of OVCF to encourage them to BE STRONG AND COURAGEOUS. One thing to say: NOT AGAIN! Besides the cost factor, there was the time factor and the hand factor (I think it cramped several times). 🙂 That’s not the first time I did that..but I’m thinking it might be the last. But I digress. It was a small thing and I like to do small things to make people feel loved and wanted.
But being the pastor of a small church also has its glitches. (Remember, Gail, I am NOT complaining!!) 🙂 Far from it. Being the pastor of a small church in a small town affords many opportunities for shepherding and being involved in peoples’ lives and feeling their hurts. The following is just some of what has come across my desk JUST THIS WEEK. No names will be mentioned and I will be vague on purpose.
My future son-in-law (yes he asked me, asked her, she said yes, and she got a ring) is struggling with the effects of chemo on his stage 4 pancreatic cancer. My heart aches.
A young friend who has been fighting cancer for 7 1/2 years…7 1/2 years!!…is struggling and hospice has been called to help his mom. He is not on death’s door, but the struggle is real. His grandfather, one of my best friends, died after a 15 year cancer battle that started in his prostate, just a little over 2 years ago.
I had a visitor to my office who shared some really hard news that still has me reeling.
A personal health issue that will have ramifications in the future (and which I will share some day) has me wondering how I will do.
But then God’s Word reminds me that God gives me what I need to make it through each day. That is what I’m counting on. Today. That’s all I need. Today. Not tomorrow, especially since tomorrow has enough trouble of its own. Why borrow it, you know? 🙂 Besides, I have no clue what tomorrow will bring. Today is what I need to remember. God gives me strength for today.
And in spite of it all…I love what I do. I love being a shepherd to “my” people. (Please don’t make a big deal about the “my” I used. I know they are HIS and I am His shepherd. But He did give them to me to watch over). I’ll keep you posted on God’s answer to my “today.” And sorry for the long post. You know those preachers…