You do not know the way of the wind…. You do not know the works of God who makes everything…. You do not know which will prosper…. (Ecclesiastes 11:5-6).
Today the pastor did a hundred things, some of which are eternal and some not. Some were gold, silver, and precious stones, while others were wood, hay, and stubble.
He visited three patients in the hospital, talked to strangers in the hospital lobby, to nurses in the hallway, to people he met along the way, and he studied for his sermons. He dealt with administrative issues in the church office, had to reprimand the church custodian for doing a poor job of cleaning bathrooms, and returned a dozen phone calls. He wrote something for the church website, accepted an invitation to speak at a civic luncheon, and had lunch with his wife. A neighboring pastor ran by for a few minutes to confer about a project they’re working on for the association, he answered someone’s on-line query about tithing, and he took a walk around the block. He leaves the Bible open on the table in his back office and stops by for a few minutes from time to time to read the text of next Sunday’s message or to look something up. He prays there and often, throughout the day.
When his head hits the pillow at night, he has a hard time remembering what he did or knowing what he accomplished.