A pastor friend was serving a large church in a metro area. Even though his staff had half a dozen ministers, he handled all the hospital visitation himself. Every bit of it. I said to him, “My brother, you are making life impossible for the pastor who will follow you. Because no pastor is going to want to do all the hospitals, not when he’s got plenty of help. And the congregation is going to be unhappy with him.”
He smiled and said, “This is what I do.”
I know the rest of that sad story. He retired, remained in the church, and the congregation called as pastor another friend of mine. I watched from two states away as the congregation turned on the new pastor and criticized him mercilessly for not pastoring them the way they’d been used to. The retired pastor friend wallowed in their misery, indicating, he was convinced, that he was so well loved no one could follow him.
He sabotaged a great preacher’s ministry. (They’re both in Heaven now, so the Father will be sorting this out, but I’d hate to be in his shoes.)
Once when I announced my plan to write about retired pastors who stay on to make life miserable for their successors, people began sending me their horror stories.