Pastors do not live in a perfect world.
This past week alone, talking face to face and across the wires (and probably wireless for some), I’ve spoken to a few of "us". This morning was another of those encounters.
The complaints are not so much acrimonious. In fact, the talk has been more heart heavy than bitter.
You see, a pastor has a flock.
In current day, that is an unheard term. Who, in North America, tends a flock. Percentage wise the number is miniscule. And of those who tend flocks, technology can pinpoint those needing care — it can even trace where a lost sheep goes so that a sheep is never technically lost!.
The biblical picture of the shepherd can be lost on us. But now, picture someone who is given care of people. Not of numbers. But of people. They care with their heart — not through their computer sofware management programs.
A computer does not feel, does not truly sense loss and longing — longing for growth and nourishment for each one in their care.
In a perfect world growth and nourishment would be constantly increasing.
In a perfect world the shepherd would never be wounded or disparaged by the flock. Both would work together in harmony and fulfilment.
In a perfect world we wouldn’t need prayer. All would be as it should be, and intercession would be unnecessary.
Pastors prize prayers. Prayers sit on our "encouragement" shelf. We love to watch as God answers. People grow and are nourished. We sing and dance!
I’ve "seen" some of that singing and dancing this week as well — so please, keep those prayers rolling!!