Filed under: Faith, God, Leadership, Learning my trade, Ministry, Religion, Youth Ministry
The longer I am in ministry the more I feel I am an immature pastor (and Christian for that matter). The more I learn from being a part of God’s ministry the more I realize I don’t know. These are strange conundrums that I cannot fully explain.
When I played baseball I got better and more mature as I got older. I became the seasoned veteran catcher by the time I was a senior in high school. I was the guy that the freshmen and sophomores came to for help. I had taken my lumps and had grown into a half-decent catcher with a good head on his shoulders. I had experience.
Now that I am in ministry, the longer I stay in it the more I realize how completely helpless and hopeless I am. I have been doing this for nearly five years now and I feel as if I know nothing. I am that pimply-faced freshman constantly pestering the gruff senior catcher for advice. I have taken my lumps and they have healed. I have taken more lumps and they are healing still.
The lumps have taught me valuable lessons. The most important lesson I have learned is that I will never “get there” and I pray I never think so. I pray I never get too big for my britches. I don’t every want to think I don’t need to seek God about things. I pray I never think I am the authority on anything. I pray I will always have someone in my life from whom I can glean.
It is safe to say that for the first time in my life I really hope I stay a pimply-faced freshman.
[Figuratively speaking of course. I like my skin just the way it is.]
It’s a rainy day here in Austin. It’s a perfect day to stay in bed until 10:00, eat a late breakfast, sit on the couch and fall asleep watching an old movie. I love rainy days. However, today is also Monday…and I have a job.
On a side note, I am very thankful to have a job. I just wish I had taken the day off.
