I did a pastor thing today. It seems like something that should be a big deal. Baptizing someone. Specifically, a little child who had a difficult birth. A young boy who unites a mixed family as a child of that couple that have joined themselves together as a partnership in love and fidelity. That young man, not even 2 months old yet, had the promises of God spoken over him. The prayers prayed for him. The gifts of the Spirit and the forgiveness of sins applied to him. A beautiful picture of the working of God upon us.
“Why do you stand looking up into heaven? This same Jesus, who has been taken up into heaven, will come in the same way that you have seen him going into heaven.” – Acts 1:11
From what I have seen of late, it seems our culture is yearning for Christmas to happen sooner each year. Every fall the holiday decorations are out in stores earlier and earlier. The music is played on the radio starting November 1st. The lights are up, the trees assembled, the deals made for all the gifts and joy we think we can handle, and yet every year the time seems to come sooner because every year it runs out. In some ways, there was not enough Christmas last year.
As a pastor you often find yourself in a weird place. Stuck between these two roles of being a pastor, and being you. This isn't another post on how mean the world is to pastors, or how the pastor has it hard. No. This is about the reality that this pastor faces the truth of how one's personality can often cause struggles with the way one should be as a pastor.
[Apologies for the sound. The microphone came loose from my phone. Sounds like I am trapped in a can. Or maybe just retro, vinyl-ish…]