One of my favorite contemporary songs right now is “Do It Again” by Elevation Worship. It’s a song about the faithfulness of God. Sometimes I’m like the dad who said, “I believe but help me with my unbelief” (Mark 9:24).
I’ve been struggling today. I know pastors are perfect but if today was a number between 1-10 and 10 was perfect my day has been a -5.
I’ve been working with some people today that I refer to when I speak to the Blonde about them as “The Zoo.” If I told you, you wouldn’t believe it. That isn’t very pastoral, but I’m writing this on Thursday at 4:54 p.m. Thursday is my Friday, so I’m ready to hear the Fred Flintstone whistle blow to head home to Wilma and Pebbles.
I promise I will repent on Monday, but it’s been an especially long day. I had a woman in my office, who wanted me to exorcise the demon out of her grown daughter, who attends our church.
Her daughter is crazy, but I don’t think she has a demon. The woman asked me if my faith was strong enough, and I shared with her it was not a question of faith but a matter of my resume. Last time I checked, driving demons out of people was not part of my skill set. Plus, I’m Baptist. When I asked her about her faith and where she attended church, she told me where I could go and like Elvis she left the building. On top of that, my brand new lawn mower won’t start.
This dear lady came back to the office later, and I had the opportunity to help her with some groceries from our church food pantry. I think she was over being ticked off.
This imperfect pastor eventually went into the sanctuary and fell on his face, guilty of a weaker than normal faith. I have seen God calm the storm over and over but I needed Him to do it again. I needed him to remind me that He’s there and that He likes me regardless of my behavior. We call this grace in my business.
How many times do we need to see the Red Sea part before we understand that the Rabbi is trustworthy even when the boat is taking in water.
God will revive me He always does. For now, I’m bailing water, trying not to invite others to my pity party.
Tomorrow is my day off. While we have a morning coffee event at our home, I think the golf course is calling my name. A bad day at the golf course always beats a good day at work. Do you ever feel like that? I will see you on the back nine. Fore.
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