This day is uneventful but very busy. My earliest meeting is at 9:00 a.m. and my latest is 7:00 p.m. Between those times, I have a funeral service for which to prepare, not to mention Sunday morning worship. Oh, and I forgot the staff meetings and all of the other things that go with being a pastor. It does not seem to stop.
I could go on and on, but with all of the “stuff” that keeps my days and nights busy, I am grateful to be in a place in which I can share my gifts. And to think, this is my routine. It is never the same, yet there is a constant familiarity about what I do. There is never a dull moment because there is always someone or something that requires my attention. It keeps me firing on all cylinders. For that, I am truly grateful.
Today, as I journey through the wilderness, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the awesome responsibility of what it means to be a pastor. Yes, there are challenges at every turn, but there are moments of hope and joy that seem to appear out of nowhere. The reality of God is the miracle of the day, the times that I can stand back and watch God at work in the lives of my congregation.
And so, on this Lenten day, I find myself beginning my day by giving thanks for my journey; the one that leads me to be the pastor of an amazing community. My hope is that we use this time to reflect on God’s deliverance out of bondage, whatever that may look like in our lives. I hope that as we cross through the waters on dry land, we may take a look around us and give thanks for the One, who saved us from the harsh circumstances in which we sometimes find ourselves.
May our routine be filled with joy and the incredible knowledge that we are beloved children of the Most-High God. Let us continue our journey towards Easter!
From a Pastor's Point of View 