Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Confessions of a Wounded Soul

Being a pastor is hard. I know that only a few of my colleagues would make that admission, but after more than 30 years in the ministry I'm not afraid to admit that. I love the church and have given my entire adult life to its nurture and growth. Unlike some, I have not and will never give up on the church...but I sometimes wonder if I have the strength to finish the course.

This week's offering from the stack reflect's this one man's struggle to stay the course.

A Servant’s Lament

When did my joy
Slip away?
Was it in the shuffling
Of papers,
The ringing of the phone?
Or the million minute details?

When did your voice
Get drowned out?
Was it in the caustic
Casual remarks?
Or the meeting after meeting
After meeting?

Where did I
Lose sight of you?
Was it in the hospital
Or the nursing home
Or the thousands of
Encouragement visits
With faithless flocks?

I love the church,
The body of Christ
But it demands a massive
But that doesn’t matter
I love it so...
So I press on.

Hear my cry
Give me strength
Give me sight
Help me keep pressing

On through the night.


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