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

Price

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.

2012