There are days where I’m not sure why I even bother being a pastor.
These days are not helped by pithy advice, happy thoughts, and “God is in control” statements.
There is a deep soul hurt. A pain that is so real, so vital; there’s no blood, no broken bones, no evidence of physical trauma. But on the inside I’m bleeding out.
It’s a hurt for people. It’s a hurt that wants to do so much more. A hurt that I have no idea what “so much more” means.
If I knew what to do for people; I’d do it. I just have no clue. I’ve tried everything I know. Been doing this long enough to have exhausted my ideas and resources. And yes, I know, “See, that’s your problem! It’s not about you and your ideas and resources. You gotta let go and let God.” I know. I tried that idea too.
I do what I think I can, what I think I am gifted to do. It’s not working. I feel helpless and yet I long so badly to help.
My personal life is fine. My marriage is good, my kids are turning out quite nicely, I’m doing ok financially. Spiritually I’m doing better than ever, making real strides against sin.
But as a pastor, nothing is working.