I got into my car, looked out the windshield and I see she has been there. I sit down in front of my television to turn it on, and I see she has been there. I sit down in my dining room and look into the back yard. She has been there too.
It set out to be a normal shopping trip. It was cloudy when I left the house. Just as I arrived at my destination the clouds burst open and a drenching rain poured down. As I parked the car, I watched as people scurried to avoid getting soaked. Most were dressed (as I was) in summer clothes not expecting such a drastic change in the weather.
Do you want to hear a true confession? Sometimes over the course of the last twenty-four years I have not always liked being in the ministry. The professional ministry I mean. I love it now (honestly!) but there have been times in the past where I have said in frustration, “I would rather be pumping gas!”
Other pastors I know have expressed a similar sentiment from time to time. It seems that the long hours and the conflicts in the congregation take an emotional toll. One gets tired and asks, “Why am I doing this?” In the weariest moments the answer may not be apparent.