Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Practical Pastor
Years ago I had several incidents of people asking me if I was a pastor. I found that to be a huge personality compliment, and part motivation to enroll briefly in seminary. In time I came to realize that the ministry I'm actually called to serve thrives on the same gifts that suit a pastor. A patient smile and encouraging words bring comfort to children who are struggling to find their way. It just happens to be a struggle of math rather than life and death. Regardless of their views of the hereafter, to have a friend to help them through the here-and-now is the cause that lifts me up in the morning.
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