“I have nourished and brought up children and they have rebelled against me….” (Isaiah 1:2)
The pastor loves that family and longs for them to do well. Their children are so fine and exhibit incredible potential. He knows their names. He prays for them, encourages them, and goes out of his way to support them. And they seem to respond. They flourish spiritually and seem to love the Lord, love their church, and love him. And then…
One day, they up and leave.
The pastor is told, “They’ve joined that new startup church down the highway. The one where the pastor is so critical of us and our denomination.”
He never hears a word. They just disappear from his radar and he never sees them again.
It’s not that they stabbed him in the back. They did not pull a Judas and betray him. They just walked away with nary a word.
No one but another pastor knows how that hurts.
My son and his family moved to Mobile from the New Orleans area home where they lived for the previous 22 years. They loved their church and their Sunday School class. Neil had coached the men’s softball team for nearly a quarter century. So, a few weeks after getting into their new home, their Sunday School class drove over to visit one Saturday afternoon. Bear in mind that it’s 150 miles each way and the entire class made the trip. Then, a few weekends after, Neil and Julie returned the favor and attended a backyard cookout with their old Sunday School class. On Sunday morning, they sat in their class and attended worship before returning home.
I told them, “One of many things I admire in you is how you keep your friends.”
A pastor cannot do what they did–visiting friends back and forth. We stay at a church for years, and in the natural course of events have wonderful friends and close buddies. And when God sends us to another church, we move on. If friends come to visit us, that’s one thing. But we cannot keep running back to see them.