CONFESSIONS OF A PASTOR
I read a story of a pastor (fictitious, I believe) that went to the train station every afternoon, watched the train leave the station, and went on his way. Finally, someone asked him, "Pastor, why do you come here every day, watch the train leave the station and go on your way?". The pastor answered, "I just want to watch something that's moving that I'm not having to push".
That may seem ridiculous to you, but not to me. Sometimes, as a pastor, I feel like nothing would move if I wasn't pushing it. Doesn't matter if that's true or not, if that's the way I feel, then that's the way I feel. It's a pastor thing. And, these are Confessions of a Pastor.
In reality, I battle that. I realize it's a strategy of the Enemy. He tells me that everyone is standing on the sidelines cheering for me and telling me they're praying for me and that I'm doing a great job and keep up the good work...but, no one is helping push. It's not completely true, but it's still a struggle.
Nothing delights the heart of a pastor like when he sees someone pushing the train. Sweet!
That may seem ridiculous to you, but not to me. Sometimes, as a pastor, I feel like nothing would move if I wasn't pushing it. Doesn't matter if that's true or not, if that's the way I feel, then that's the way I feel. It's a pastor thing. And, these are Confessions of a Pastor.
In reality, I battle that. I realize it's a strategy of the Enemy. He tells me that everyone is standing on the sidelines cheering for me and telling me they're praying for me and that I'm doing a great job and keep up the good work...but, no one is helping push. It's not completely true, but it's still a struggle.
Nothing delights the heart of a pastor like when he sees someone pushing the train. Sweet!
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