“…the daily pressure upon me of concern for all the churches” (2 Corinthians 11:28).
After pastoring three churches for nearly nine years, I joined the staff of a large Southern Baptist church in our state and suddenly found myself attending Sunday services without having to preach.
Now, I loved to preach, don’t get me wrong. But for almost a decade, I hardly knew what it was like to attend church the way normal people do.
I recall sitting on the platform during the early part of the service feeling as light as a bird, carrying none of the burden I had grown accustomed to when I was pastoring. I would sing the hymns and enjoy the worship, and then at the appointed time in the service, get up and make my announcement or extend the welcome or offer a prayer. When I finished, I walked off the platform and joined my family in a pew. It was a wonderful feeling.
One day something occurred to me. Before long, I will be re-entering the pastorate. I’ll be the person bringing the sermon each Sunday. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could be as free and light-hearted, as burden-free, as I feel now?
Not going to happen.
I knew that. But I longed for it, nevertheless.