An Encouraging Word

“She loves me; she loves me not.”   I was a ten year old when I was smitten with Lynda Catlett.  I wasn’t sure if she had the same feelings for me.  I picked up an apple and started twisting the stem and saying, “She loves me; she loves me not.”  When the stem broke on “she loves me” I was certain it was true love.  I asked her to be my girlfriend and we were eternally united in true love for about three weeks and then I was back to “she loves me not.”

When I decided to become a Pastor, a friend warned me that being a Pastor is a perilous profession.  Perilous not because our lives are in danger like the Biblical prophets of old.  No, we aren’t nearly that brave.  Nor is it perilous because we are destined to poverty.  I may not be rich, but I’m doing just fine financially.  Being a Pastor is perilous because deep down I want to be liked by everyone all the time.  And as hard as I try, I’ve learned that this is a perilous goal for a Pastor.

Pastors are people.  We have families, struggles, feelings, and needs just like everyone else.  We have good days and bad days.  On the good days we are on top of the world.  On the bad days, we are on our knees.  Sometimes I want to get an apple, twist the stem and say “they love me; they love me not.”

                        The worship went well; they love me.

                                    The air conditioner broke; they love me not.

                        The sermon was good; they love me.

                                    The music was too loud; they love me not.

                        I visited the hospital; they love me.

                                    I didn’t speak to someone in the hall; they love me not.

                        The offering was up; they love me.

                                    The service went too long; they love me not.

                        Attendance is up; they love me.

                                    I missed a church social; they love me not.

                        I lay out the vision; they love me.

                                    I tell them I need their help; they love me not.

                        I preach a short sermon; they love me.

                                    Too short a visit at the hospital; they love me not.

So that’s my story….what about yours?  Have you ever felt that way?  Have you ever experienced similar emotions in your life?  In your relationships?  In your family?  In your friendships?  At your workplace?  “They love me; they love me not.”

 Wonder if God ever feels that way about us?

“And the Lord said: ‘Because this people draw near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, while their hearts are far from me…”

Isaiah 29:13a

May I encourage you this week to so live your life in such a way that God has no doubts about your love for Him!

Be encouraged,

Pastor Rob