“Why is everybody always picking on me?” –1950s song by The Coasters
The biggest egotist in the room may be the wallflower who sits alone, absorbed in killer thoughts about his isolation. “Why does no one talk to me?” “They’re all snobs.” “Why did I bother coming to this thing anyway?” I, I, I, me, me, my, my.
Over the years I’ve met quite a few pastors who were being victimized and brutalized by their own low self-esteem and their inferiority complex. It’s tempting to say here that “it’s not a complex if you’re really inferior,” but that would be cruel. This person afflicts enough mental cruelty upon himself/herself without outside aid.
The poor-me pastor is usually in one of three situations…
–In a dead-end assignment, pastoring a church with no prospects for a future in this world, at least. He feels abandoned by the Lord and neglected by friends of influence who could give his name to other churches.
–Without a church. He has been ousted by several churches in a row and now is considered radioactive. No search committee wants to touch him. As a result, he feels angry at God, bears a grudge toward his so-called friends, and is jealous of pastors who are succeeding and being acclaimed.
–Serving a church where the leaders and congregation refuse to respond to his leadership for one reason or the other. I suspect that he is too negative and takes out his negativity on those around him.
This servant of the Lord is wrapped up in himself. “I deserve better,” is a constant refrain. “The other preachers have turned against me.” “The denomination is not doing right by me.” “For this I got a seminary education?” “Why did I go to all the trouble and expense of getting my doctorate?” Why me? Why not me? Pity me. Poor me.
Pray for his spouse. God bless her.