As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you. (Isaiah 66:13).
A young pastor who wonders if he is out of place trying to lead a church sent me a note the other day. With the constant demands upon his time and the unending situations which call for infinite wisdom, divine patience and supernatural strength, he’s feeling like the fellow who was eaten alive by a school of minnows. He wonders if he’s cut out to be a pastor.
He said, “I hear people talking about those who have the heart of a pastor. What exactly is that?”
Great question.
Perhaps it’s like the fellow said of art (and a lot of other things!): “I can’t define it but I know it when I see it.”
My friend Chris was grieving over the loss of their church’s associate minister and his family, who had moved to another church several states away. In the church hallway, as she and a staff member passed, the minister said, “Good morning, Chris. How are you today?”
Chris burst into tears.