The Pastor

My Dad recently announced his retirement. He has pastored in local churches for nearly 40 years I guess. It has not always been an easy road. As a matter of fact I think the journey has been harder on him than I will ever know, harder than he'll ever admit. Because that's the kind of man he is. For years he has pastored churches that, despite his commitment and love for them, have criticized and questioned him. Often he would take an arrow of disgust and yet head out in the middle of the night to the hospital to be at the bedside of the one holding the bow. He exemplifies what it means to have a "pastors heart".

Don't misunderstand. He has had many great and fulfilling years. In each church there was a majority of wonderful people. But it's the loud minority that impacts us all. We can please nine of the ten people who are under our care, but it's that one that causes the sleepless nights. Why? Because we are so personally invested. Pastors of local churches have a job that, unless you have walked in those shoes, one can not fathom. If a roofer does not complete his job the worst that will happen is a few rain drops on your head. If pastors don't do theirs properly people will spend eternity separated from God. That's how we feel at least. That's the burden we carry.

Seeing the impact the churches have had on my Dad has greatly effected me. You'd think those negative ignorant church members, who've said horrible things to my Dad, would have forced me away from the church. But, here I am, a pastor. Serving in the same church for nearly 7 years now. Why? Because seeing the impact my Dad had on the churches was more impressive. He never allowed their impact on him influence his impact on them. There has never been a moment in which my Dad wavered. He has lived his calling.

Dad, the kingdom is bigger because of you. You are and will always be my PASTOR. Never forget it.