Smokin’ crack. That was my first thought when I got an email from my brother saying he enjoys these blogs. He said he is proud of me (really cool, thanks Jay), and asked if I have ever thought of being a pastor. I realized he must be smokin’ crack. I think I would rather set myself on fire and put myself out with a screw driver than attempt that job.
Honestly, I am at the point in my life that I want to obey God, but I am not sure being a pastor would be a good fit for me. With these blogs I get to say what I think, the stuff that goes through my head all the time- I don’t want to offend anyone, but this is just what I think. I am spilling out what I normally hold back as God brings me to new places in all areas of my life.
When I picture myself as a pastor, I actually start to laugh, my administration skills just aren’t there, and I don’t ever see them actually being there. But more than my administration skills, it is my people skills that would have me bomb out as a pastor. My view of that position might be skewed, but I picture getting frustrated when my paycheck depends on the people who hired me, telling me what to do, and then blaming me when it goes wrong. When God’s will goes to vote… the Israelites made a golden calf. That I would have to worry about offending people, by saying what I am paid to say- it is just a no win situation.
The real picture I had in my head was seeing the people from the congregation drive in to the parking lot in their fancy cars, hear about the big man they are in life, be told how grown up they are, while filling their spiritual bottle with milk (just the right temperature or they won’t drink it) and then changing their diapers, and wiping their bummies, (being careful of the diaper rash they get from sitting in the pews).
To hear people who haven’t even opened their Bibles since we got the new computer power point in church criticize what I had to say, “Well, pastor, I must say I disagree with what you said, I don’t think God would really want me to _______ _______. I just don’t believe he works that way anymore! Me and the boys agree, you make us uncomfortable when you talk that way. I just think…….”
Pretty soon I would be left with just my wife barely putting up with me.
I guess that is enough, time for me to go get my diaper changed.
