“Father, forgive them. For they do not know what they do” (Luke 23:34).
They were killing Jesus. They would run up and spit on Him, then back off and laugh and call Him blasphemous names. They would quote His words back to Him and dare Him to come down from the cross and prove Himself.
They were mean-spirited and ugly and hatefilled.
Jesus loved them.
As they killed Him, He prayed for them.
That, my friends, is a pastor. A shepherd. A lover of God’s people.
The heart of a pastor is a thing of wonder.
Something inside me wants to say preachers either have hearts of a pastor or they do not. And if they do not, they should reject every invitation from search committees to become pastors because it’s a perfect set-up for disappointment on his part and disaster on theirs. The preacher who can deliver a fine sermon but who is unavailable and ineffective during the week one-on-one should ask the Lord to show him other ways to use his gifts and calling.
The pastorate is not for him.